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Northern Illinois State Normal School 
Dekalb, Illinois 


The Building 2 

Dedication 7 

Editors g 

Greeting 1 1 

Calendar for 1903-1904 12 

Board of Trustees 13 

Our President 15 

The Bee 16 

Cora Glidden Switzer 19 

Faculty 20 

Janitors 33 

N. I. S. N. S. 35 

From Our Chronicles 38 

Class of Nineteen Four 39 

Commencement Week Program 61 

Senior Roll 62 

Junior Roll 66 

Freshmen Roll 70 

Senior Class Night 73 

Junior Class Night 76 

Scraps from Junior Night ^y 

Freshman Class Day 79 

School Yells 81 

Ghosts and Pumpkins 82 

The Cool Collegians 86 

Sonnet to Twilight 88 

Summer School 89 

Organizations 91 

Travel Section 93 

Current News Section 93 

Magazine Section 93 

Glidden Contestants 94 

Glidden-Ellwood CcMitest 97 

Ellwood Contestants 100 

Music 103 

Treble Clef Society 104 

Orchestra 106 

Young Women's Christian Association ro8 

The Inter-State Oratorical Contest no 

Our Song Ill 

A Rude Rhythm 112 

The Western Pioneer 113 

Arbor Day 118 

Our Zoo 119 

Athletics 123 

The Grandstand Speaks 124 

Football 127 

Boys' Basket Ball 129 

Base Ball 129 

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Girls' Basket Ball 131 

Track Team 133 

Literary 135 

To a Butterfly .136 

Mary Lee 137 

A Tale of Beginnings ....'. 138 

Ballad of Sir Charles and Faire Elsie 140 

A Lullaby 142 

The True Tale of Juliet II 144 

Hepaticas 146 

Sonnet to a Pebble 148 

To a Summer Night 148 

Song of the Lark 149 

Song of the Pioneer 150 

Song of Spring 152 

The Last Moments at Home 152 

Auf Wiedersehen 153 

Our Road 154 

On Writing a Sonnet 155 

The World is Too Much With Us 155 

Saturday in a Club 156 

Our New Year's Holiday 158 

Worthy of Mention 159 

A Winter's Morn 160 

Truth 160 

The Departure of the Students 162 

The Adventures of Michael McClusky on the Normal Campus 164 

The Way Ter Walk 166 

At Evening Time 167 

Blue Monday 168 

In Dreamland 169 

Revery 170 

Dreamings 171 

When Normal Work's Through 180 

A Tribute of Love 181 

A Tribute and an Aspiration 182 

Nineteen Four Calendar 188 

Miss Spring's Letter 198 

The Year After 200 

Barbs 203 

Card of Thanks 204 

Seniors' Epitaphs 205 

A Page from the Normal Dictionary 207 

Birds and "Birds" 208 

Excuses 209 

Exams 210 

Catechism 210 

Choice Bits from Our Future Writers 212 

A Ground-Hog Case 213 

The Flunkers' Chorus 213 

Recommendations 214 

Division of Labor 215 

Dirt 217 

Reverberating Echoes 218 

Recipes 219 

Rules of Conduct for a Normal Student 220 

David and Jonathan a la "Emmy Lou" 221 

From the Code of Hamumrabi 222 

Farewell 232 


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Ruth Plummer, Floyd Ritzman, 

Editor in CJiief, Business Manager. 

Assistant Editors 

Jessie R. Mann Literary De[>artnicnt 

Rose Vatter Art Department 

Floyd Ritzman Athletics 

Mary Talbot Organisation 

Alice Davis Barbs 

Genevieve Zimmer Calendar 

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rmot^Y '^» fl.LI»l(MS. 

Calendar for 1903-1904 


Monday, September 21 Enrollment and Assignment of Work. 

Tuesday, September 22 Regular Recitations begin at 8:30 A. M. 

Friday, December 18 Term closes at noon. 


Monday, December 28 Enrollment and Assignment of Work. 

Tuesday, December 29 Regular Recitations begin at 8:30 A. M. 

Friday, March 18 Term closes at noon. 


Monday, March 28 Enrollment and Assignment of Work. 

Tuesday, March 29 Regular Recitations begin at 8 130 A. M. 

Wednesday, June 15 Term closes at noon. 

Thursday, June 16 Annual Commencement, 9:30 A. M. 


Monday, June 20 Term of six weeks opens at 8 145 A. M. 






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Our President 

FROM the time when we began to notice happenings in the school world, 
one man has stood for us for what is progressive in public education. We 
rejoice that the great Educational Association of America has recognized 
his achievements in the development of schools, his large ideals for the minds 
of men, and awarded him its highest honor. But to us as pupils he is some- 
thing more than a normal school president or an educational leader. Sincere 
in our admiration for him as these, yet our devotion is given to the Dr. Cook 
we know, the friend of our noblest manhood and womanhood. As Freshmen 
we stood in awe of him; as Juniors we enjoyed, and as Seniors we loved him. 
Gifted with rare power to see below misconceptions and unworthy ideals and 
find nobleness in the most humble, he has met our faltering with his faith, has 
believed in us against our own disbelief. Young hearted — so his face and spirit 
reveal him. Much of the sunshine of our school world comes from his genial, 
buoyant personality. One would say that he has absorbed the youthfulness 
of the many hundreds of young people who have rejoiced to call him master. 

As the weeks of our school life have become the months and the years, we 
have felt a longing to tell what he has been to us. Now that the time has 
'come, in vain we seek for words. lUit "dear teacher" will look behind the words 
and see the affection wc feel l)ut cannot tell. 


The Bee 

HERE'S a belted bee in the orchid's cup, 
Taking his tithes from his tenantry. 
And never a care in the world knows he, 
Wise bee. 
He peeps from the blossoms, gilded o'er 
With precious dust from the stamens" store. 
And never a thought in the world has he 
Of the errand he's on for his tenantry. 
But the golden dust of the stamens' store 
Is left at each orchid's open door — 
A part of the flowers' plan is he 
As he takes his tithes of his tenantry. 

W^e children of men, we come and go 

At somebody's hest ; how should we know, 

Being only the children of men. 
Whence we come or whither we go? 

But to some one of us, now and again, 

A vision may come in the sunshine ; then 
He shall see himself us part of a plan 
He has helped in the weaving since life began. 

The shuttle is hidden, he knows not where, 

But he shall know the shuttle is there. 

Moved by some unseen immanent Hand — 
He shall seek no more, but understand — 

And the cares all die that pride gave birth. 
He turns with a larger thought to earth. 
The vision hath had its ministry. 
And he smiles to himself as he sees the bee. 

The velvet bee in the orchid's cup, 
Taking his tithes of his tenantry. 
While never a care in the world knows he. 

Wise bee. 


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Cora Glidden Sv^itzer 

"No work begun shall ever pause for death." 

AND so the beautiful life of Mrs. Switzer, granted us for onl}' a few short 
years, still sweetens and strengthens, comforts and gladdens the lives of 
those who were privileged to touch and mingle with it. To all con- 
nected with the Normal School this privilege was granted in its fullness, for 
Mrs. Switzer was ever the close companion and co-worker of her husband in 
his varied interests there, and in the town a host of friends claimed and never 
lacked a share in her broad sympathy and cheerful companionship. 

Cora Glidden was born on the home farm west of De Kalb and here were 
spent her girlhood and early womanhood until, impelled by that love of broader 
culture, which was one of her striking characteristics, she went away to school. 
She attended first the Normal School at Normal, Illinois ; then Stanford Uni- 
versity, and, finally, Cornell, from which she was graduated in 1895. At Cornell 
Miss Glidden and Mr. Switzer met and their acquaintance, begun there, was 
consummated in the beautiful home life which former students recall with some- 
thing akin to reverence as well as with appreciation, for its sweetness was shed 
far beyond its own boundaries. 

The death of Mrs. Switzer on June 29, 1903, was peculiarly shocking be- 
cause of its suddenness. It is still hard for her friends to be reconciled to her 
loss, and yet with the sense of loneliness comes a feeling of gratitude, also, for 
the life that has, by its sympathy and poise and dignity, and gladness withal, 
made their own the better and brighter. 

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John Williston Cook, A. M., LL.D. 
President and Professor of Psychology. 

Newell D arrow Gilbert, A. M. 

Luther A. Hatch 

Principal of Pratice School and Critic Teacher. 

Edward Carlton Page, A. B. 

Professor of History. 

SwEN Franklin Parson 

Professor of Mathematics. 

Fred Lemar Charles, M. S. 

Professor of Biology. 

Virgil C. Lohr 

Professor of Physics and Chemistry. 


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William Crocker 

Professor of Biology. 

John Alexander Hull Keith, A. M. 

Professor of Pedagogy and Assistant in Psychology. 

Mary Ross Potter, A. M. 

Professor of Ancient and Modern Languages. 

Alice Cary Patten, Ph. B. 

Assistant in Ancient and Modern Languages. 

Rose Le Ville Huff 

Teacher of Music. 

Emma Florence Stratford 

Teacher of Drawing. 


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Anna Parmelee 
Assistant in Mathematics. 

Marion Weller 

Assistant in Geography. 

Ida S. Simonson, B. L, 

Teacher of Literature. 

Jennie Egremont Farley 

Professor of Reading and Elocution. 

Grace J. Baird 

Assistant in Biology. 

Jessie Foster 

Director of Physical Training. 


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LiDA Brown McMurry 

Critic Teacher, Primary Grades. 

Francis Jenkins 

Supervising Principal. 

Madeleine Wade Milner 


Josephine Marie Jandell 

Assistant Librarian. 

Nellie Lovina Cook 


Addie L. McLean 



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Edith S. Patten, Ph. B. 

Principal of Glidden School. 

Harriet Ostrum 

Supervising Teacher, Grades 5 and 6. 

Edith M. Hull 

Supervising Teacher of 3d, 4th and 5th Grades. 

Belle W. Hobbs 

Supervising Teacher of ist Grade. 

Henry W. Stiness 

Athletic Director. 

Martha Waite 

Supervisor of Drawing. 

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Qeorge W. Shoop 
Superintendent of Building. 


James McKend 




N. I. S. N. S. 

YE stones, that ages past 

Lay below the mighty sea ! 
On yon hill, ye stand at last 
Emblem of humanity. 

Are ye cold when winter's wind 

Howls around and rushes strong? 

In summer's sunlight are ye blind 

When skies are blue and days are long? 

Can 3'e hear the thunder's call 

From feirful clouds that hide the sun? 
Can ye count the stars that fall 

Thro' lighted paths when day is done? 

O ye stones on yonder hill, 

Majestic show a master's plan; 

Your towers looking heavenward still 
Bear witness of the thrughts of man. 

— 35 


O BE a source from which shall spring 
New thoughts and true in other's minds,- 
To be a spur that goads men on 
To do the best they can, — 
To be the prism through which a child 
Shall, looking, see a beauteous world, — 
This is the greatest boon which souls 
Can to each other bring. 
And he who does it once, 
Has cause to sing. 

J. A. H. K. 


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'rom Our Chronicles 


1. Now in the days of the ninth month of the year one thousand and nine 
hundred and two, there came to the land of Normalskool a tribe of Juneyers. 

2. The land of Normalskool lay outside the walls of a smoky city, the in- 
habitants whereof are makers of wire and they knew not the tribe of Jtmeyers 
nor the fame thereof. A mighty palace of limestone fifty cubits long and thirty 
cubits wide with towers and manifold battlements was the stronghold in the land. 

3. In the palace dwelt a man of valor whose fame had gone far out into 
the wilderness, and unto far cities, and who welcomed the tribe of Juneyers and 
bade them tarry in the palace in the land of Normalskool. 

4. This man was called King John. The inhabitants of the land find him 
mighty in wisdom and great in heart and his name shall endure from generation 
unto generation. 

5. And when the Juneyers lifted up their eyes to look at the land wherein 
they were to dwell, they were sore amazed at the many things that filled their 
vision and confounded their thought. 

6. A forest of great oaks lay to the southward. There was also in the 
land a puddle known in the chronicles as a Lake. This lake was rich in Frogs- 
eggs and Spirogyra. Verily it was of great value to the tribe of Jvmeyers. 


Senior Class 

RuTM ■^()l(l■;l•:^■ i'j.'i' 

Grace Lillian P)Ankkk 

7- The river Kishwaukee flowed through the land. No one of the tribe 
could cross the Kishwaukee except Jie cross on a bridge of Pineplanks. Many 
clays' journey into the wilderness did the river flow with crooks and bends, but 
the water therein was shallow, howbeit at some times of the year it became a 
raging torrent. 

8. Now in the land there is a peculiar climate, such as there is in no other 
land. Rain descends from the heavens in great measure and fair weather comes 
not out of the north except on feast days and Saturdays. And it came to pass 
that after a rain there was mud in the highways such that the Juneyers slipped 
and fell therein. Verily the depth of it was as the depth of an overshoe and the 
color as the black of night. 

9. But the tribe of Juneyers had come to the land to seek after wisdom 
and to be not as other children of men but to make for themselves a name of 
greatness and to help to bring the light of knowledge into the dark lands of 

10. And each officer of King John took certain ones of the tribe of Juneyers 
and did guide them in the paths of learning. But verily these paths of learning 
were both rocky and steep. 

11. The Juneyers had over them an officer of Sikol-o-g, a man whose 
beard is not as Aaron's and whose hair is not yet turned grey on the top of his 
head. His speech is not always dry, neither is it beyond the power of the 
Juneyers to understand. 

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Senior CL 


Edith Marie Carolus 

Alice Louise Davis 

Anna Kugenia Mason 

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lu.i.A yVi'cusTA Redeker 

Zada Z. Taxewkll 

12. And there was yet another officer of Byol-o-g. A man who went as 
with a terrible rush and did hold many irons in the fire and who showed the 
Juneyers wonders and the names thereof. And it came to pass that some of the 
wonders were of great age and had a smell as of stale flesh, and these things 
were not seemly and they were a stench in the nostrils of the Juneyers. 

13. Now there were of officers of King John three and thirty and they 
served the tribe of Juneyers faithfully and did smite their brows when one of the 
tribe did phlunk. 

14. Now it came to pass in the twelfth month of that year a great dispute 
arose among the Juneyers and other tribes that were in the land. And they 
divided themselves into two bands, the band of Glid-Den and the band of L-wood. 
So the band of Glid-Den and the band of L-wood disputed among themselves as 
to which was the mightier. There were many mighty men of valor in both 
bands, but it came to pass that the men of the band of L-wood had more wind 
in their lungs and more matter in their craniums than did their adversaries, the 
men of the band of Glid-Den. 

15. Now there was a judge over the band of L-wood and over the band 
of Glid-Den, and he took the brazen image graven in the likeness of a valiant 
man and gave it to the band of L-wood as a sign to all the tribes. 

16. Then there was much joyful noise and much clamor and hubbub from 
brass instruments and tinkling cymbals and horns of brass. 

17. And the next day there was a commotion amongst the tribe of June- 
yers, for the officers of the palace decreed that they should close the palace and 
send all the tribes to their own country for the Christmas feast day. 

18. So there was ordered a chariot to carry the tribe of Juneyers to the 
place of waiting for the caravan and the chariot was like unto a vegetable wagon 
and the driver was like unto Jehu. 


Senior Class 

IvniKi, May Patch in 

Mauii 1'',mii,>' Sccitt 

Mary Hele 

N I Ai.noT 


I. Now, after a time King John sent forth a proclamation that all should 
come back to the palace. And they came back and were sent to a book of 
parchment whereon was written much fine writing-, written by a scribe. Verily 
the fame of the book has gone far out into other countries, and the name thereof 
is Grayed-boke. 

2. Now there was snow and ice and sleet in the land at this season. jNfany 
of the Juneyers froze their ears and wished greatly they were back in the land 
they had left. 

3. For there were camps called Klubouses in which all the tribes had to 
abide ; and when there appeared before them a certain dish as they sat at meat, 
the whole tribe rose up and shouted, Reviewof reviews ! which being interpreted 
means Hash ! 

4. Now in the land of Normaiskool there is mighty fear of fire, but the 
Klubouses knew not the fear of fire. But it came to pass that in the Klubouse 
called Hall there was a conflagration of great size, and in the Klubouse called 
Tudor was a conflagration of less size but of great smoke, and it did create great 
fear in the hearts of all the tribes. 

5. Now there was in the depths of the palace a great place of combat with 
many traps and doors and the officers of the palace called this the Jimnasy-um. 
Here it was that the tribe of Juneyers battled with other tribes on the field of 

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Senior Class 

LiLi.iE May Roth 

Rosa Aluertine Vattek 

Florence ICuna Zoller 

6. There is great skill and much zeal in Basquit-Baal, and many shekels 
were dropped in at the door, for some times there were pitched battles in the 
Jimnasy-um for which each man must give of his silver to see the fun. And 
verily each one of the tribe of Juneyers was clad in garments of wonderful de- 
sign and fearful make. 

7. Now there came days of mighty toil and great honor to the tribe, for 
the officers of the palace did all that they could to make the tribe of Juneyers 
mighty in wisdom. Only on the night of the sixth day of each week could any 
man venture beyond his own camp. For verily there did dwell in the city those 
who beguile the tribe and did teach them to do after all their abominations. 

8. And there was a famine in the land like unto no famine before known 
in Normalskool, for verily there was no coal with which to make a hot fire and 
no manner of persuasion could make men bring coal to the palace. 

9. And it was then that the chief officer of Biol-o-g in the palace took sick 
and so great was his sickness that King John was much alarmed and commanded 
him to leave his Cy-Clops and his Vermes and depart for the Southland where 
there was no famine and where the faithful Charlesfrederick recovered from his 
sore affliction. 

10. While in the Southland he visited the land of Cuba, a country of much 
fruit and many flowers. And when Charlesfrederick came back to the palace 
he rose up in the sanctuary and told the tribes what he had seen and heard. And 
King John was highly pleased with the words that he spake and said, Grandis- 
somo, which being interpreted means, Go on. 

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senior v-dass 


Genevieve Florence Zimmer 

Albert Edvv'akd Barradell 

E. Elsie Wetzell 

Frances Richard McEvvan 

Lester Raymond La 


BiKDiE Myrtle Barnsback 


1. Now on tlie first day of the fifth month of the year one thousand nine 
hundred and three, there was a proclamation sent throughout the land to meet 
in the sanctuar}' at evening time and listen to brass instruments and to many other 
things of most unseemly character and frightful aspect. There were fair women 
who sang unto the tribes with their backs to the men who listened. A man small 
of body and with long hair made many motions before the people and did hop 
up and down like unto a boy receiving chastisement, but no words came to their 
ears from his lips. 

2. Now about this time when all the tribes from the country met together 
they chose one from the' Normalskool to be a mighty speaker before other tribes. 
Men loud of voice and deep of breath gathered from the land of the Yellow Sun- 
Flower even to the land of Normalskool and met in the sanctuary and strove 
with tongue and with great swayings of the anatomy to see who of the men 
was the mightier. Now it came to pass that after the striving had ceased that 
the wise judges decided the man from the countr}- of the Sun-Flower was 
mightier than all the others in speech and greater in the wavings of his hands. 

3. But the tribe of Juneyers could not in all completeness understand all 
this, for another tribe called Seen Yours was in the land of Normalskool and 
that tribe was in great favor with King John and knew of rights and ceremonies 
of which the Juneyers knew nothing. 


Senior Class 

Mildred I^mma Gibbs 


Ethel Mary Coultas 

4- Now it came to pass that in the spring of the year there were many 
strenuous days for the Juneyers, and the warmth of the atmosphere and the 
duUness of the books of parchment and the brightness of the stars at even time 
did lead the Juneyers into temptation. And they strolled two and two down the 
highways and along the river Kishwaukee and even to a fountain of sodawater, 
and verily they strained their vision to gaze at the stars. 

5. And it was not right in the eyes of King John nor in the eyes of his 
officers, and it did make much talk in the sanctuary, for verily stargazing hath 
no place in the path of learning when men do it by twos and twos. 

6. The Seen Yours spoke of many things strange in the ears of Juneyers 
and they uttered the word Seeumgo, which being interpreted is Athletics. Now 
in Athletics there are many parts as Phut Baal and Baal that is Base and Baa! 
that is Basquit. 

7. And the officers of the land had built a place of assembly for the wor- 
shipers of Phut Baal. 

8. The place was built with boards of pine stone to be seen. And 
the name of it was Grandstand, and they overlaid it with a coat of grey paint, 
even as the color of a dove's wing. 

9. Now there were many sheets of parchment to be written for one of the 
officers. Each man had to write on these sheets even as a scribe must write, and 
on some was written Tommy Rot and on some was written wisdom, and when 
each one was finished the officer overlaid it with spots of the color of the blood 
of an ox. 

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Senior Class 

Anna Evelyn Hendricks 

Leimia Gertrude McCleaky 

Jessie Rebecca Mann 

10. And verily the Juneyers did many times view these parchments with 
groanings and ashes in their shoes. 

11. The name of these parchments is Themes. 

12. Now to the southward of the palace there is a great Oak Tree, and 
one trifce known as Fresh took the Oak Tree as a strong place for themselves as 
long as they dwelt in the land. And they piled great stones together and built 
for themselves a seat whereon they might sit in summer time and hold converse 
one with another. 

13. And they sang songs of great loudness and spoke many things of 
worth, but the tribe of Juneyers looked on and scowled greatl}- for they loved 
not the tribe of Fresh. 

14. Verily the Juneyers did strive in these days among theniselves to make 
a great hullabaloo for to show the Seen Yours that they were not the only tribe 
in the land nor the only one that could make a pow-wow. 

15. Now there was a meeting of King John and his officers. Many hours 
did they speak in private, and behold the next day the tribes, meeting in the sanc- 
tuary, were told to go to their own countries. For great was the heat in Normal- 
skool and no Juneyer or Seen Your stayed in the land if King John did not com- 
mand him to stay. 

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Senior Class 

Maude Mitchui.i. 


Ai.icK iMAin' Run ARiisdN 


1. Now it came to pass that when the Juneyers journeyed a second time 
into the land of Normalskool, King John proclaimed that the name of the tribe 
should be changed and that forever after they should be known in the Chronicles 
as Seen Yours. 

2. And the Seen Yours found great favor in the sight of King John and 
the officers and he made a sign among them that all might know how King John 
did put a difference between the Juneyers and the tribe of Seen Yours. And the 
Seen Yours said unto themselves, there is none like unto us, neither is there any 
tribe of fame beside us, according to all that we have heard with our ears. 

3. Now there came to the palace at this time two men. One was like unto 
David and the other was like unto Jonathan, for verily they did love one another 
exceedingly. And one did help Charlesfrederick in the Lab and the other did 
teach the Seen Yours many things about the light of the heavens above and the 
weight of the earth beneath. 

4. Now many times were there sheckels promised with which to buy bricks 
for the building of a highway, but for man}- months the sheckels were not forth- 
coming. Nevertheless it came to pass in the course of the passing of time that men 
brought many bricks and piled them by the roadway. And there was much 
digging and much talk that was good to the ears of all the tribes. 

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Senior Class 

Okvm.i.k Adiiison 'Tkahnry 

John \Vii.i'/k 

l.^•|ll\ Ann W.\rii. 

5- For now every man that was in the land need not walk in the mud that 
sticketh to the ankles, but upon the hard red bricks that cometh out of a far 
country. And great was the rejoicing throughout all the land, for verily the 
mud was an abomination to every one of the tribe of Fresh and Juneyers and 
of Seen Yours. 

6. Now each day King John sent and gathered all the officers and helpers 
of Normalskool and they went up into the sanctuary and all the people, great and 
small, and King John read in their ears the words of a good book and spoke unto 
them many things which he deemed worthy to be known. He spoke of the stars 
in the heavens and of the moon and of the earth and of things not temporal, 
but only in the minds and hearts of men. 

7. Now on the first day of the New Year there was a proclamation that 
all the tribes should work on that day. But the men of the tribes said, On all 
other days will we labor and do all our work, but on the first day of the New 
Year we wish to carouse and to go on a toot. And all the tribes in the land of 
Normalskool made a supplication to the officers that they need not work on the 
first day of the New Year, but the officers thought this was a snare and an 
abomination and demanded that every one labor upon the first day of the New 

8. And after a certain time each man of the tribe of Seen Yours wore a 
pin upon his breast, and it was a sign to the Seen Yours forever. 


Senior Class 

Ethei. Vioi.a Kitson 

I'll.lCANdN 'I'koXEU 

Ethel Frank Bryant 

9- Now it came to pass that the Seen Yours had need of many sheckels 
and did much to bring these sheckels into the treasury. They made music upon 
psaltries and cymbals and they made a play of love upon the stage. Much gold 
and silver was brought into the treasury for verily the tribe loved the filthy lucre 
and guarded it well. 

10. And at this time Charlesfrederick took unto himself a wife. Charles- 
frederick had waited six and twenty months for his wife and great was his pride 

11. Then came days when the Seen Yours had many tasks set before them 
by King John and his ofificers. There was one of whom each must know, an 
ancient man of fame called Rozenkranz, and those who could not learn of him 
had to hold on with might to the tail of his garment. 

12. And the Seen Yours and Jvtneyers dwelt safely every man under 
his own vine and under his own fig tree which grew before his Klubhouse, dur- 
ing all their days at Normalskool. 

13. Now all the rest of the acts of the tribes at Normalskool are too num- 
erous and of too great length to be written in the chronicles of the Seen Yours, 
but verily their days there were full of labor and their nights of dreams and 

14. And when they had tarried in the land for two years they took from 

King John a piece of the skin of a sheep which had marks and signs inscribed 

thereon, and they cherished the skin of the sheep as it had been of gold and they 

took it and went far out from Normalskool into the wilderness and no man knows 

what the end of them shall be. _ „ 

Ruth Plummer. 


enior Vjlass 

Mary Elizabeth Cusator 

Lyuia VVjllard Dearborn 

Katiiryn Rozana Swkicney 

I, ('I, A ( iK.\( K W \i; 

Marvin Aimiii'r Niciiin.s 

Commenceinent nV eek 

Sunday, June 12th Baccalaureate 

Monday, June 13th Junior Class Night 

Tuesday, June 14th Senior Class Night 

™, , T ^1 \ Commencement 

ihursday, June loth - 

( . . Reception 





Adams, Nida ]\Iay Whiteside Sterling 

Alley, Mary Colorado Springs 

Alsterlurid, Mabel Alice Rock Island Moline 

Althouse, Homer Dwight Ogle Oregon 

Baie, Tillie Cara DeKalb Hinkley 

Banker, Grace Lillian Kane Aurora 

Bardmas, Dora Alice Boise City, Idaho 

Barnsback, Birdie Myrtle Madison Edwardsville 

Barradell, Albert Edward Whiteside . Prophetstown 

Brant, Mary Kathryn Frankfort, Ind. 

Brown, Mrs. Ellen Allison Whiteside Rock Falls 

Bryant, Ethel Frank DeKalb iMalta 

Carolus, Edith Marie Whiteside Sterling 

Cockfield, Mabel Kane Aurora 

Cody, Mary Elizabeth Kane Aurora 

Coultas, Ethel Mary DeKalb Malta 

Cusator, Mary Elizabeth Windsor, N. D. 

Davis, Alice Louise Kane St. Charles 

Dawson, Dorothy Jane Kane Aurora 

Dearborn, Lydia Willard Kane St. Charles 

Ely, Ruth Torrey Cook Morgan Park 

Fahrney, Florence Knowles Kane Geneva 

Fuller, Mary Ella • LaSalle Sheridan 

Gibbs, Mildred Emma DeKalb Kingston 

Gilpatrick, Emily Lena Kendall Piano 

Green, Alice Eleanor Grundy Gardner 

Hendricks, Anna Evelyn Whiteside Morrison 

— 62 — 


Henning, Isabelle Valentine Kendall Piano 

Kelly, Kathryn Helen Will Joliet 

Kingsbury, Mrs. Stella E LaSalle Mendota 

Kitson, Ethel Viola Lake Barrington 

Koehler, Elsa Irene Rock Island Rock Island 

Langworthy, Lester Raymond .... Carroll Lanark 

Latham, Henrietta DeKalb : Sandwich 

Lotz, Cora S Kane Aurora 

McCleary, Lepha Gertrude Carroll Fairhaven 

McEwan, Frances Richard McHenry Woodstock 

McLean, Sarah Kane Geneva 

Mann, Jessie Rebecca LaSalle Earlville 

Mason, Anna Eugenia Kane Elgin 

Mitchell, Maude Livingston Saunemin 

Nichols, Marvin Arthur. Kendall Yorkville 

Nicholson, Marguerite M DeKalb Shabbona 

Patchin, Ethel May Kane Batavia 

Peebles, Edith Austin Appleton, Wis. 

Pepper, Homer William Ogle Davis Ji^^nction 

Peterson, Mary Elizabeth DeKalb Sycamore 

Plummer, Ruth DuPage Hinsdale 

Redeker, Ella Augusta Kane Elgin 

Richardson, Alice Mary Kane Elgin 

Ritzman, Floyd Royston Stephenson Orangeville 

Robson, Julia Louise LaSalle Ottawa 

Roth, Lillie May Rock Island Rock Island 

Rovelstad, Gudrun Kane Elgin 

Scott, Maud Emily Rensellaer, Ind. 

Selliken, Manda A Cook Chicago 

Sinclair, Verne Lute DeKalb DeKalb 

Smith, Clara Ik-llc McDonough Macomb 

■Smith, Winifred ! DuPage Wheaton 

SwcL'ney, Kathryn Rozana McHenry Harvard 

Talbot, Mary Helen Will Joliet 

Tazewell, Zada Z DeKalb Kingston 

Tearney, ( )rville Addison . . .Cook Elsdon 

Troxell, Eleanor Cook Chicago 

Vatter, Rosa Albertine Will Monee 

Wahl, Lydia Ann Whiteside Sterling 

Ward, Lula Grace McLean Bellflower 

Wctzcll, iC. Elsie Whiteside Sterling 

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Wiltse, John DeKalb DeKalb 

Zimmer, Genevieve Florence Rock Island Rock Island 

Zoller, Plorence Edna Winnebago Rockford 

64 — 



Albright, Katherine Grace Stephenson Freeport 

Anderson, Ernest Albin DeKalb DeKalb 

Austin, Ruth E Cook Austin Station 

Baker, Alwyn John Cook Chicago 

Baker, Carolyn Valentine DeKalb DeKalb 

Baker, Evelyn D DeKalb DeKalb 

Barnes, Florence Alice Whiteside Morrison 

Barr, Gertrude Pearle . Will Braidwood 

Bastlin, Julia R LaSalle Mendota 

Belden, Kathryn Belle Kendall Yorkville 

Bliss, Julia Pearl Richland Olney 

Brazier, Irving Myron Cook Chicago 

Burkhart, Laura Belle Kendall Oswego 

Calloway, Ezra S Henrv Orion 

Carmichael, Edith Carolyn Kankakee Kankakee 

Carney, Mabel LaSalle Marseilles 

Gary, Charlotte L Kane Elgin 

Chamberlain, Maude E Boone Capron 

Clark, Elizabeth Sarah Lee Dixon 

Crowder, May Grace Winnebago Durand 

Dart, Augusta Stuart Rock Island Rock Island 

Davison, Roxalena Whiteside Rock Falls 

Dewey, Mabel DeKalb DeKalb 

Ditch, Melissa Mae Ogle Polo 

Donovan, Mabel Winifred McHenry Woodstock 

Dunn, Bessie Moore McLean Bellflower 

DuVon, Mabel Theresa McHenry Marengo 

Elliott, Mary Gertrude Cook River Forest 

Ericson, Marie DeKalb DeKalb 

Ewers, Ida Josephine Whiteside Fenton 

— 66 — 


Farr, Alvin I Livingston Saunemin 

Ferron, Catherine [vane Elgin 

Gilbert, Julia Elizabeth DeKalb DeKalb 

Haight, Irene Grace DeKalb Sycamore 

Haime, -Mary M Winnebago Rockford 

Hance, Sue Elma Winnebago Pecatonica 

Hanrahan, Alice Kathryn DeKalb DeKalb 

Harris, Blanche Rosamond Stephenson Lena 

Hartley, Vera Maude Winnebago Durand 

Hartwell, Julia Lee PawPaw 

Harvey, Edith Mary DeKalb Sycamore 

Higinbotham, Helen Kane Elgin 

Hosley, Grace May Winnebago .... Rockford 

Howe, Helen May Carroll Savanna 

Hull, Clara Louise DuPage Wheaton 

Hurley, Coila Pearl Winnebago Pecatonica 

James, Nellie Stephenson Freeport 

Johnson, Lillie Alida Kane Batavia 

Jordan, DeEtta Josephine DeKalb Cortland 

Kastrup, Ellen Cook Oak Park 

King, Lora Gladys DeKalb DeKalb 

Kitterman, Edith M Bureau Tiskilwa 

Long, Vera Edna Kane Elgin 

Louch, Evelyn Grundy Gardner 

Lyons, Michael Kane Elburn 

McChesney, Caroline Rebecca Cook Chicago 

Mennis, Bertha Louise DeKalb DeKalb 

Montgomery, Grace Anna York, Nebraska 

Mull, Cora E McLean Lexington 

Nashold, Fred W Ogle Monroe Center 

Neill, Jennette Roxy Bureau Arlington 

Nelson, Annie : LaSalle St. Charles 

Nelson, Flora Grace DeKalb Cortland 

Newberry, Florence DeKalb DeKalb 

Norlen, Esther Dorothea Kane Elgin 

Normington, Flavilla Winnebago .■ Durand 

Norton, L. Blanche Bureau Princeton 

Obye, Harriet Elizabeth Jo Daviess Galena 

Parker, Katie Mabel Kane Aurora 

Parmely, Mary Idella Kankakee Grant Park 

Partridge, Charlotte Russell Cook Evanston 

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Partridge, Eleanor Orr Cook Evanston 

Patten, S. Elizabeth Edmond, Oklahoma 

Pauly, Nora Tillie Kane Aurora 

Perry, Hazel Dell : . . . . DeKalb DeKalb 

Perry, Myrtle Belle DeKalb DeKalb 

Peterson, Hulda Fredrika DeKalb Sycamore 

Piper, Bessie Erma Stephenson Freeport 

Quinlan, Katherina Cook Oak Park 

Rahn, Alida B DeKalb Sycamore 

Randall, Claude W DeKalb DeKalb 

Reed, Myrtle A Lake North Chicago 

Rode, Marcia Byrne Cook Chicago 

Rowley, Besse DeKalb Sycamore 

Samter, Gertrude McE[enry Marengo 

Savage, Bertha Eliza Ogle Polo 

Schiller, Anna Marie Cook Chicago 

Scott, Lillibelle Marion Centralia 

Shea, John Franklin Edmond LawSalle Dimmick 

Sherman, Ora S Lake Waukegan 

Shiffer, Delia M Whiteside Rock Falls 

Talbot, J. Edna DeKalb DeKalb 

Terwilliger, ( jinevra r<L!len DeKalb DeKalb 

Tilton, Marian H Ogle Rochelle 

Turner, Edith Caroline Cook LaCrange 

Uthoff , Mary L Bureau Princeton 

Walter, Harriet Carroll Savanna 

Way, Mora Ogle .- Kings 

West, Dorothy Rebecca DeKalb DeKalb 

Wilson, May E Kane Aurora 

Wilson, Sarah Ma}' DeKalb DeKalb 

Yenerich, Bertha Maljcl LaSalle Meriden 

Zellar, Vera I 'earl Kendall Piano 






Adams, Ivy Virgie DeKalb Sycamore 

Aldrich, Emma Louise Bureau Wyanet 

Andrews, Sybil Elizabeth McHenry Hebron 

Applebee, Nettie Susannah DeKalb Malta 

Armstrong, Stella M Winnebago Rockton 

Ball, Amanda Jo Daviess Galena 

Bechstein, Rosalie Dora Will Mokena 

Bonner, Vivien L Lake Millburn 

Boyle, Gertrude DeKalb Sycamore 

Brown, Floy Gazelle Winnebago Pecatonica 

Burgess, Delia Luella Kane Dundee 

Burgess, Sara Katherine Whiteside Sterling 

Challand, Grace DeKalb Shabbona 

Cooley, Anna Cook Arlington Heights 

Davenport, Georgia Belle DeKalb Waterman 

Dee, Mary Agnes Ogle Rochelle 

Devine, Mrs. Laura Gedge Lake Waukegan 

Dole, Clara I DeKalb Earlville 

Eck, John William LaSalle Troy Grove 

Evans, Lewellen Hunt Jo Daviess Hanover 

Finkenbinder, Walter E Jo Daviess Lena 

Fuller, Carrie Juliet LaSalle Sheridan 

Grover, MiUie Frances Boone Herbert 



Haight, Leslie H Winnebago Rockford 

Hamlin, Adeline Maude AIcHenn' Marengo 

Higginbotham, Eva Grundy Braceville 

Hohm, Mae Louise DeKalb Sycamore 

Heitter, Martin Luther Stephenson Eleroy 

Kays, Donald J Putnam Magnolia 

Knecht, Minnie Huldah Jo Daviess Stockton 

Ledford, Denton Saline Harrisburg 

McFarlane, Sarah Ada DeKalb Waterman 

Moorhead, Edith May DeKalb DeKalb 

Mosey, Bessie Gertrude LaSalle Leland 

Mosey, Tessie Feme LaSalle Leland 

Morris, Ethel Boone Herbert 

Nelson, Edythe E Winnebago Roscoe 

Nelson, Lucile Annabelle LaSalle Peru 

Olson, Julia Agnes DeKalb Shabbona 

Perry, Lafayette Day DeKalb DeKalb 

Phelps, Zora Ella Winnebago Rockford 

Plapp, Winnefred V DeKalb Malta 

Rathbone, Grace Vera Cook Chicago 

Reynolds, Charles R Ogle Rochelle 

Rhymer, Hattie Whiteside Morrison 

Robinson, Elizabeth May DeKalb Waterman 

Rodger, Mary Janet Grundy Braceville 

Sagle, Anna May DuPage West Chicago 

Sarbaugh, Edith Elizabeth DeKalb Waterman 

Scholz, Anna Jane Lake Lake Zurich 

Stevens, Zoe Emma DeKalb Shabbona 

Swail, Bertha Belle Boone Belvidere 

Swank, Ada Myretta Cook Chicago 

Thackaberry, Frank Milton Whiteside Tampico 

Thomas, Cora Luella Lake Rockefeller 

Thompson, Ida Winnebago Durand 

Tobias, Lucretia Bell Stephenson Cedarville 

Townsend, Nellie DeKalb Sycamore 

Voss, Helen F Kendall Oswego 

Wallace, Jessie Mae Winnebago Durand 

Whittaker, Zara DeKalb Sycamore 

Young, Harriet Mae Whiteside Erie 



Ackland, Dora May Lee Steward 

Cheney, E. Zola. . .'. DeKalb DeKalb 

Garretson. Alice Irene DeKalb DeKalb 

Newsham, Verna Mabel DeKalb DeKalb 

Risetter, Anna L Lee Lee 

Sechler, A. May The Dalles, Oregon 

— 72 — 

Senior Class Nignt 

THE play given by the Seniors of '04 for their class night entertainment 
was a rare delight to the large audience present. This comedy of Sheri- 
den, "The Rivals," with its liveliness of plot, its variety of characters, its 
fine wit and humor, is one of the most entertaining of dramas. Under the com- 
petent supervision of Miss Farley, those whom she selected to give the play 
made the most of their ability and each character was well sustained throughout. 

Mrs. Malaprop kept the audience in laughter with her whimsicalities and 
misapplied words, and her "hydrostatics" because her niece, Lydia, would not 
"illiterate" from her mind that Ensign Beverl}'. Sir Anthony was at his best 
even in his most frenzied moments. The audience enjoyed especially the dra- 
matic scene between him and Captain Absolute, when, at the indifiference with 
which his son received the glowing account of his bride-to-be. Sir Anthony flew 
into a paroxysm of anger, at the same time adjuring his son to keep cool as he 
was. What the enraged Anthony was saying was lost in the applause of the 
audience. Bob Acres required ingenious acting, but Mr. Keeler was equal to 
the occasion. He was never at a loss for an expletive peculiar to himself as 
"odds triggers and flints," "odds levels and aims." Though feigning to be 
very brave his extreme cowardice in the duel scene was amusingly evident. 
Lydia and Captain Absolute were very natural. Lucy and Sir Lucius O'Trigger, 
though of minor importance, were original in their acting. Lucv was ever the 
shy, simple maid and Sir Lucius, seeking for something, he did not know what. 
never caused any serious trouble. Fag and David were typical servants when- 
ever they appeared, but each one was a distinct character. 

The elaborate and appropriate costumes and the JKviutiful scenery added 
to the vividness of the play, while the music rendered ]\\- the Monnal ( )rcliestra 
between the acts made the evening a most enjoya1)le one. 


Sir Anthony Absolute J. Edward Ackert 

Captain Absolnto Hal. K. Puffer 

Sir Lucius O 'Trigger Paul Lucas 

Faulkland K. A. Barradell 

Bob Acres Fred Keeler 

Fag E. A. Truax 

David IjLoyd Stetzler 

Coacliman Alvin Farr 

Julia Mattie B. Johnson 

Lydia Languish Emma C. Cunniff 

Mrs. Malai)r()i) Elsie M. Wheaton 

Lucy .Sadie O 'Hare 

— 73 — 

Junior Class Night 

THE Juniors' fame had spread abroad, 
No longer looked they green ; 
In every study had they passed, 
It puffed them, it would seem. 

But no, in dignity they walked. 

An ne'er looked puffed or haughty. 

Though Seniors and the class below 
Did often call them naughty. 

And soon the last term of the year 

Did come ere they did think ; 
In solemn conclave met they then 

To plan some real high jink. 

Three from the Faculty they begged. 
Who helped with willing zest. 

And made a play and songs also ; 
The Juniors did the rest. 

And when at last the night was come. 
Then with a vim they played ; 

The Faculty, with students' eyes. 
Did see themselves arrayed. 

The haughty Seniors saw themselves 
Brought low as low could be. 

But all declared there ne'er had been 
Such talent and such glee. 


craps from Junior Nignt 

Oh! The freshmen are Inglorious 
Cause they have so much to learn 
And the seniors are Censorious 
And they seem so very Stern 
But the Juniors are jolly 
All given up to folly 
As Happy and Care-Free 
As the gulls upon the sea. 

Chorus. See these are juniors 

They 're the right stuff 

Beware of the senior 

He 's a big bluff' 

Many a fact wc have to disclose 

You'll find many more 

If you follow your nose. 

Freshman if instead of sleep 
You wander in the moonliglit 
Beware the company you keep 
Beware you're in a sad plight. 

See a cat and pick it up 

All the day you'll have bad luck 

See a cat and seek to slay 

It 's ghost will follow you alway. 

('hoi'us. See a cat and picdc it u]) 

All the day you'll ha\i' bad liiclv 

Better let it get away 

f!ad ln(d\ will follow voii alwav. 

Run, run, run, Oh senior, do n(]| fear thee 
n'liou startcst out so wc'l wo cannot jc(M' 

Net thy face so rare 
Shows a trace of care 
Now thy tivoast is li('a\iiig 
As if liojie relieving 
Thou art a, wortliv foe. 

Run, liun, h'un, Oh Juniors 

We will cheer Thee 
Ihii'j'ali, iliinali, lluiiali 
1 nilci'd wc '11 cheer 1 lice 
Thou ,ar( our heart 's delight 
\\u\\ wil h all thy niijjht 
May thy nuiscdes strong 
Bear Thee swift along 
Thou nit the Winning Boy. 

|->ut the cat came lia(d<, couldn't stay no longer 

^'es the cat came hack the \vvy next day 

The c-it came liaidi, tluuiglit it was a goner 

But the cat came back for it wouldn't stav awav. 

77 — 

Freshman Class Day 


CCORDING to the records of the N. I. S. N. S., the Freshmen, with the 
loyal support of Mr. Charles, celebrated Freshman Class Day on Wednes- 
day afternoon of Commencement week. 

"On Wednesday afternoon let the people all come out ; 
Come and see what the 'Freshies' are about." 

The invitations which, true to the simplicity of the class, had been sent out on 
leaves, brought a goodly gathering of visitors. 

About 2 o'clock, the "Freshies/" arrayed in rustic costume, marched to the 
large burr oak tree near the main entrance of the campus. Beneath this tree, 
which was soon to be dedicated to the class, a platform had been erected from 
which a program was given befitting the unpretentious and humble Freshmen. 
With a rousing song, written especially for the occasion, the solemnities began. 
The Seniors responded with a cheer, but the unfriendly Juniors looked on in 
silence. When the Seniors had ceased their clapping an oratorical contest 
was announced. Mr. Lyons, with all the stateliness of a Senior, presented an 
oration suited to Senior dignity. The Junior orator had been so busy pre]5ar- 
ing for Junior Class Night that her sjjeech seemed to the audience almost a 
failure. However, she seemed sublimely unconscious of the fact. Lastly, J\Iiss 
Perry, the Freshman contestant, appeared and the decision of the judges showed 
that she had won by several points. Songs and yells and speeches followed in 
c[uick succession. Mr. Shea, after much eloquence. i)lantcd the ivy, which at 
a future time was to twine about the class tree. Then a history of the class 
was given by Miss I'olhemus and a prophecy b}' Miss Dewey. 

Now came the Fates with the gifts, which Miss Collins presented to the 
several members of the class with words of counsel and encouragement. The 
Fates evidently knew the "Freshies" well, for the gifts were peculiarly appro- 
priate and suggestive. ' 

With a song and a yell this part of the j^rogram closed and the whole 
company advanced to the rustic seat, which the Freshmen had erected as a 
memento of their class. Here Mr. Farr, president of the class, gave an in- 
s])iring dedicatory address. ( )ne more song, and the program ended. Realizing 
that they could no longer lie "I'^-eshics," heavy-hearted and loath to leave the 
ranks, the b'reshmen walked slowly homeward toward Juniordom. 

Ida Tosi'U'iiiNR Ewicks. 

— 79 — 

Scnool Yells 

Well, I guess ! Well, I guess ! 

N. I. S. N. S. Yes! Yes! 

Well, I guess ! Well, I guess ! 

N. I. S. N. S. Yes ! Yes ! 

E — ya — nikosokis fling la chuo, 
Ki— Yi— Chuo— O Ki Yi— Chuo 
E — ya — nikosokis fling la chuo, 
Ki Yi— Ki Yi— Ki Yi— Ki Yi, 
Ki Yi—Yi—Yi—Yi—( Whoop). 

Northern Norn:al ! 

Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! 
Northern Normal ! 

Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! 
Hoorah ! Hoorah ! 
Noifthern Normal ! 
Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! 

11 — 

Gnosts and Pumpkins 

THERE are two subjects in onr literature which never fail to delight us in 
childhood or in grown-up hood. We know the good place where Peter 
Pi]2er kept his wife ; we have gone to the Prince's ball with Cinderella 
in her wonderful coach and shuddered with Ichabod Crane as he dodged the 
terrible pumpkin head. Who has not enjoyed to the last cold shiver a ghost story 
or encountered with unspeakable awe Hamlet's ghost or the spooky visitor of 
Macbeth ? 

Doubtless it was for such eerie literary characteristics of the Halloween 
party in the gymnasium that it is so vividly remembered. There were ghosts 
enough abroad that night to keep the landladies in the Addition busy for a 
week washing bedrabbled sheets and pillowcases, and pumpkins enough to make 
pies to delight all the small boys of the neighborhood, and the Normal students 
to boot. There were, too, pies and apples and cider — things that though neither 
literary nor spooky are very good to have on Halloween or any other night. 

The ghosts at our party were all strangers to one another — not having met 
together before, since they entered the land of shades ; hence there were some 
mistakes made which could only be rectified by the lifting of a sheet or a peek 
under a folded pillowcase. The grand march of the evening was a spooky suc- 
cess, each ghost coming out where he was least wanted and turning in the 
direction the leaders least wanted him to go. In fact, this diversion was so 
violent that the ghosts flung ofif their garb of the grave and became even as they 
were before leaving this carnal world. 

Among the spooks was an orator of particular interest, short of stature and 
sharp of tongue. He spoke of many things, both worldly and celestial. The 
stamp of his feet and motion of his swaying arms might have been interpreted 
by the stars as an invitation to come down from their place in the firmament 
had not the gymnasium roof intervened. There, too, was one just returned from 
the spirit w^orld in order that he might procure more chalk with which to write 
the enum.eration of his sins. Sitting in the weird half light, surrounded by listen- 
ing spooks, was a story-teller of rare fame and sepulchral voice, who told of a 
strange, unearthly adventure. INIacbeth's witches sang their incantations while 
the fire burned and the kettle boiled and their trouble doubled. 

Finally sounds in the gym. died away. What had become of the shades? 
Had they crossed the river with Charon? Had the cock crow frightened them? 
A mystery this must remain, but true it is that a tall janitor crossing the campus 
on duty bent saw figures in ghostly garb descending the Normal hill. 

And thus once more in the annals of literature did the ghost and pumpkin 

appear and disappear — thus it was that a few people forgot work and worry 

and formality for a little while and n:ade one more bright spot in the warp and 

woof of life in a Normal School. 

Ruth Plummer. 

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— 83 

Scenes from "Sweethearts" 


The Cool Collegians 

IT IS doubtful which was the most amusing to watch, the Cool Collegians or 
their audience. It was on the evening of May 4th that this fun-inspiring 

collection of the faculty assembled and dissembled upon the Auditorium stage. 

The farce-comedy in itself was a funny one, but it was tenfold intensified 
by the fact that dignified men of the faculty were "swirling" about in the silks 
and piques of their contemporaries on the faculty from whom nine efforts of 
fashion had been iDrocured. 

The plot was a simple one, in which Mr. Keith, as a gay, young student, fell 
in love with Mr. Lohr, who daintily impersonated Mollie Wainwright, Fannie's 
friend ; Fanny being Alvin Farr, who was imported from the student body because 
no member of the faculty would sacrifice a much-valued moustache for the honor 
of a feminine role. Mrs. Huntoon, who hobbled about the stage on the feet of 
Pepper and in the clothes of Mrs. Partridge, was certainly all that an old aunt 
could be, "and then some," as we are wont to say in the vernacular of the Mosher 
House. Prof. Charles made an excellent "coon," and his antics with Kate, alias 
Wm. Crocker, were decidedly humorous and lively. Mr. Keith was assisted in 
being cool by Mr. Stiness, the other Collegian. 

There were spots in the play which will last long in the memory of the 
audience. A sight never to be forgotten was when an imaginary mouse caused 
Fanny and her aunt to assume positions on chairs which were effective from the 
costumer's point of view, if from no other. 

Mr. Keith exhibited an adaptability for proposing which argued much care- 
ful training. In fact, the production may be pronounced a success, greatly con- 
tributed to by the assistance of the Treble Clef. 


Sonnet to Twilight 

THE twilight shades steal softly o'er the earth, 
From out a cloud the moonbeams brightly peep, 
And blinking stars their faithful watches keep, 
While little waves dance merrily in mirth. 

The trees outlined in black against the sky, 

Cast gloomy shadows o'er the country road. 
Which wanders on past many a quiet abode ; 

And evening breezes wander whispering by. 

So in our lives the first gray touch of night 
Gives us a sobered, joyous mood. The dream 
Of youth is o'er; scenes of yore so bright 
And full of joy must, like the sun's gold beams, 
Vanish to brighten with reflected light 
The shadowed path of life and life's twilight. 

Ethel M. Coultas. 

►uminer School 


CARCELY had departing Seniors, Juniors and Freshmen said their good- 
bys, scarcely had the good housewives in the addition had time to set their 
houses in order and put out their cards : 


when the summer students began to arrive. 

On Monday morning, June twenty-third, under a heavy sky, a long proces- 
sion of dripping umbrellas began to move toward the Normal Building and the 
Summer School was organized with the rain beating dismally against the win- 
dows of the Study Hall and the pessimists prophesying that we should have the 
weather of '02 repeated. Eut more gloomy even than the gray clouds were the 
faces of those ambitious ones who had come expecting to take five, or possibly 
six, courses, when they iound that this would require twenty-five hours out of the 
twenty-four for study and recitation. However, before the afternoon session be- 
gan programmes had been satisfactorily arranged ; the sun was sliining from a 
clear sky and the soft, gray walls of our beautiful "Norman Castle" rose out of a 
field of rain-gemmed green ; old friends were greeting each other and strangers 
were fast becoming friends. 

And so the work began in good earnest. When the enrollment was complete 
the number reached three hundred eleven, thirty-five of these being old students. 

The summtr classes in biology, like all other classes that have gone before 
them, struggled with the problenis of how grasshopj^ers became green and how 
giraffes gained their long necks. The wonder ul story of "the sporophyte that is 
a parasite on the gametophyte of the Bryophyte" was told and retold. Wonder- 
ful collections of plants and leaves wtre daily made and stored in the washbowls 
of the cloak room much to the disgust of the janitors and the danger of the 

Mr. Keith led the members of his Pe;lagogy class carefully and patiently up 
The Five Formal Steps and then down again that they might know how to pro- 
ceed from the particular to the general and lack from the general to the particular. 
For others he enriched our familiar Dexter and ("larlick with his maryelous dia- 
grams and apt stories. 

Mr. Page gave his Slavery Course, and furtunate were the summer students 
who had put that course upon their programme. Events before studied only in 
their isolation now took on new nuaning as he traced their causes and their varied 

Old students ]:)as.'ing the open door rf Room No. 16 could not easily become 
accustomed to the sight of a gentleman ]n-esiding at the desk in the sunny south 
room where they had always before seen our fairy-faced Miss Rice. Rut Mr. 
Ridgley filled the ])lace most admirably and his classes were very interesting and 
instructive, while the excursions that he ])lanned came as pleasant recreation in 
the ordinary routine of class room work. 

Miss I'ottcr, Miss Simonson, Miss I'atton, Miss Farley, Miss Stratford and 
Miss Huff were at their respective posts of duty during the summer and vyon many 

— 89 — 

new friends by their genuine interest and courtesy no less than by their skillful 
teaching". Miss Stoddard filled the place of Miss Parmelee, who took a well-earned 
vacation in the East during the summer. Miss Foster organized three classes in 
Schoolroom Theory, beside the large class that she conducted in regular gymna- 
sium work. The skeleton, relieved of its head, was brought up from the laboratory 
to room 27, where it assisted Miss Foster in her work and helped prospective teach- 
ers of school room gymnastics to locate the various levers of the body. 

Every forenoon of the term Mrs. McMurry talked with large classes of pri- 
mary teachers in her motherly way of how to teach and train the little ones. Strange 
as it may seem, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, St. Valentine's day and 
Washington's Birthday all came during the summer school, and wonderful were 
the displays of Puritan hats, paper stockings, hearts and hatchets that covered 
the kindergarten tables in the lecture room on these holidays. Mr. Hatch and 
Miss Jenkins had charge of intermediate and grammar grade work. 

The hour for general exercises was always looked forward to with pleasant 
anticipation. A number of interesting lectures had been arranged for. The 
first of these was given by Mr. Hatch, of Oak Park. Supt. Frank Hall, of 
Aurora, talked on Agriculture, unfolding the wonderful story of clover and 
the value of leguminous plants in general, till at the close Dr. Cook enthu- 
siastically remarked, 'Tt's worth while to know beans, young people." Mrs. 
Brig-ht, of Chicago, gave two talks on schoolroom decoration, in which she was 
true to her name, and Mr. Kern, of Winnebago, told us of his plans for bring- 
ing beauty and fullness into the lives of country children. Miss Milner gave a 
series of interesting library talks. Rev. Horn took us on a tour through Yellow- 
stone and Rev. Tompkins gave us a lecture on Emerson. Other well-known and 
interesting people called upon us during the term and spoke at general exercises. 
Among these was Dr. pjrown of the University of California, distinguished for 
us as the only student to whom Dr. Cook ever gave a ten. On other mornings we 
were entertained with musical programmes or with readings by Miss Farley. 

On the evening of July ninth the telegraph wires flashed us a message from 
Boston that sent a thrill of joy and pride through every student's heart. John W. 
Cook of Illinois, our Dr. Cook, had been chosen president of the National Educa- 
tional Association for the ensuing year. Monday morning brought him back to 
us from the great gathering and again he stood in the familiar place at the little 
desk to read the announcements for the day and lead in the devotional exercises. 
Then the enthusiasm of the school found expression in cheers and in the singing 
of "Illinois," while we rejoiced together in this testimony which the educational 
world has given to the man whom we are proud to call "our president" ; the man 
whom we are learning to value more highly and respect more profoundly as the 
days go by ; the man who is to us most inspiring as a teacher, most wise as a coun- 
selor, and most genial as a friend. 

At four o'clock, on July thirty-first, the Summer Term closed and good-bys 
were reluctantly said. Not till September had broiight the children together again 
in modern city school buildings and lonely country districts in many parts of our 
great state could the real work of this term appear. Then three hundred teachers 
were able to bring to these children many bright little songs and games, new work 
to train the busy fingers, better methods of instruction for the growing minds, and, 
above all, more sympathetic and understanding hearts because of the Summer 

School of IQO3. -r T, ixT 

-^ '^ ^ - Jessie R. M.\nn. 

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EVERY Tviesday evening from six-thirty to seven-thirty, during the fall and 
winter terms, the Travel Section has met with Miss Waller. After spend- 
ing a few weeks with Julian Ralph on a trip down the Mississippi river 
and in the ever delightail and quaint old city of New Orleans, we left our 
own country and went across the water to visit the land of dikes, wind-mills 
and canals. Why does this little country, with its air of monotony, its indus- 
trious and prosaic people, have such a fascination for us Americans? We found 
much to wonder at, and much to admire in a people who, under the greatest 
of natural disadvantages have accomplished such wonders. 

We then spent some time in the Rhine country, getting glimpses by the 
way of thriving towns, the vine covered hills and the old castles famous in 
myth and legend. This great river, with its valley, forming the gateway into 
central Europe, is always full of interest to the traveler. 

During the last weeks of the term we went with "The Lightning Con- 
ductor" on a motor-car from the south of England over to Paris, and then 
through the provinces of southern France, visiting- many old castles and places 
of historical interest by the way. Our journey took us through Bordeaux, along 
the shores of the beautiful Gulf of Lyon, to Monaco ; then into Italy and south 
through Rome and Naples to the less frequented island of Sicily. The bright 
and spicy letters of the typically American Molly Randolph and the pretty ro- 
mance which developed on the way made our journey a very attractive one. 


THE Literature and Current News section spent most of the year with two 
great leaders in the work of the world today. In The ]\ taking of an 
American they came under the charm of Jacob Riis's style, fresh, frank, 
sincere, as he told his own story — the stor}- of a krgc-hearted, loyal son of Den- 
mark growing into a loyal American citizen striking valiant blows like a true 
Viking for justice and right. In Piooker Washington's Up From Slavery the 
readers followed the life-story of another alien, though born on American soil — 
a story of high purpose and wonderful achievement, full of promise for the up- 
lifting of a race. More even than these- stories of human endeavor in the big 
world the members enjoyed each other in their own familiar circle. 


WHAT a merry group of girls, and what good times we have! Who? 
When? Where? , Why, at the Magazine Section, which meets every 
Wednesday night tor an hour with Miss Potter. 
Should we take a i)eep at this gathering, we should see a ]:)icturc something 
like this: (iirls seated in a circle, some in chairs, others on tlie floor, nearly all 
busy with their needle. Now one reads an entertaining short .'^tory by a ]:)Opular 
author of the day, or another gives a review of the current topics, which all 
discuss, or ])erhaps a liiographical sketch of son:e noted i)erson, or another short 
story; and sometimes a magazine review is given. Although the ])rograms are 
varied, still the object of these gatherings is to keep us in touch with the current 
events and add social life to the humdrum hours of study. Thus the hour of 
recreation is spent profitably, enjoxed b}' all, and the next meeting eigerlv looked 
forward to. 

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Glidden Contestants 

Anna Cooley 
Bertha Mennis 
Jessie Mann 
L. R. Langworthy 
Grace Hosley 
Alice Green 
Ethel Bryant 




Gliaden-Ell^\^ood Contest 

WHEN the clock struck twelve on Christmas eve, the mysterious time 
when all things have the power of speech, there was a strange stir in 
the East Society Hall. Could it be true? Yes, the cherubs were 
flying down from the frieze to the platform. There they danced about Perseus 
crying, "Wake up, Perseus." "Tell us about it, you know you promised." 

Perseus awoke and looked down upon the merry group around him. "Hush, 
you are worse than those students. Sit down and be quiet and I will tell you all 
that has happened since I left you. ' 

After some pushing and scrambling to get nearest Perseus, the cherubs 
quietly sat about his feet, and with clasped hands and wide open eyes listened 
to his story. 

"Let me see ; where shall I begin ? O, yes. You remember the song the 
Ellwoods practiced up here? Well, they sang that in the auditorium that morn- 
ing, and rocked and dandled me like a baby in their arms — me, who slew the 
Medusa. I was so ashamed that I longed for my invisible helmet. 

"But worse was to come. Early one morning I was taken out by a Glidden 
and dressed in a green pallium. Hut I think they must have cut it without a 
pattern, for it was not like the approved fashion in Athens. When the Ell- 
woods were seated in the auditorium that morning the Gliddens came marching 
in with purple flying, singing 'The Gliddens Are Coming, Ho! Ho!' It was fine! 
My blood leaped and T wanted to get out and lead the Ellwoods against them, 
when suddenly a Glidden caught mc and held me up before all those Ellwoods 
and made them believe I was singing a coon song as an insult to my society. 
These Americans have no respect for the honor and dignity of an ancient hero. 

"After this, things were comparatively quiet. I heard whispers that the 
Gliddens were lost and were being searched for witli a microscope, and that 
the Ellwoods were snowed imdcr. T do not believe there was much truth in 
these rumors, for both the green and the jnirple were out in full force on con- 
test night. 

"That was a grand night. ( )ne side of the auditorium was decorated in 
purple and the other side in green. I had the place of honor on the platform. 
Behind me sat those who were to fight the battle of the societies. The Ellwoods 
took their places on one side and the Gliddens on the other. I looked down 
upon a brilliant sea of color. Each champion was cheered until the building 
fairly shook. 1 could hardly keep my place. Three thousand years ago I 
couldn't have believed 1 could get so excited over a battle of words. 

"At last they (|uieted down and the first l)attle was on. There were four 
in this combat. As nearly as I could make out, they were fighting over trade 
unions, whatever they may be. The combatants were very much in earnest and 

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so were the listening people below. Then two maidens sang against each other. 
I should have liked to have them keep on all night. Two other maidens came 
before the people and read something about children and old country roads, 
and the audience clapped so enthusiastically that what they read must have 
been good. We were made merry, then sad, as we listened to the sweet and 
lively or sad and solemn music that filled the room. I am sure Apollo could 
not have' made sweeter music than came from the touch of the fingers of two 
musicians. No, they didn't play on the lyre, but on a piano like this one. 
When I listened to the orators, I wondered if Demosthenes had crossed the 
Styx to train them. 

"The strange thing about this combat was that no one knew who had won 
until all was over, when the victors' names were read from a little piece of 
paper. Four of the five battles fought were won by the Gliddens, so I found 
myself a Glidden. I suppose it is all for the best. Certainly purple is a more 
royal color than green. I am sure I shall be proud of my new society in the 
year to come, for they gave me a hearty welcome, which promised great things. 
I was held up before the whole audience and welcomed with this speech. I 
thought it so fine that I learned it by heart : 

"'Well, Perseus, you are ours! For two long years you have worn green 
and now we are sure you are glad to wear the royal purple. But. Perseus, you 
represent an endless amount of work and cost. On your account the library 
has several times been toted to different parts of the Addition, the atmosphere 
for blocks around has been kept in vibration by the vocalists, this room has 
been filled dozens of times by orators and debaters, yea, scores of times have 
its walls echoed to convincing argument, tales of distress or words of golden 
eloquence. And Perseus, think of the energy used in memorizing all those 
words. But, besides this work, there is the cost, the principal items of which 
are midnight oil, red ink, piano tuning, tin types and the repairing of cracked 
plaster and fractured ear drums. Perseus, }-ou stand for victory, not in the 
way of plunder or booty, but in the glorious modern way — victory in a battle 
which both sides win, for there are such battles. If victory is mastery, success 
in overcoming obstacles, then both Gliddens and Ellwoods have won, for they 
have conquered difficulty after difficulty, and all who contested are nobler and 
richer for meeting and mastering the tasks before them. But, Perseus, for the 
coming year you are ours and right gladly do we welcome you and royall}' may 
you dwell among us, the Gliddens.' '" 

A sigh went around the group of cherubs when Perseus finished. Then, 
with a startled cry,- "It's almost daylight," they flew back to their places in the 
frieze and quiet reigned once more in the East Society Hall. 


ElWood Song 

1 . There's a big time coming soon, 

Yes there is, yes there is. 
Then the Ellwoods how they'll boom, 

Yes they will, yes they will. 
When the purples meet the greens, 
And the green will sweep things clean, 

Watch the Ellwood faces beam, 
For they will, yes they will ; 

Jvist you watch our faces beam. 
For they will. 

2. There'll be shouting and be cheering, 

Far and wide, far and wide. 
There'll be winning and be losing 

On each side, on each side. 
But the last you all must know, 
For it surely will be so, 

Perseus still will be an Ellwood, 
Yes he will, yes he will. 

For he'd rather be an Ellwood, 
Yes he would. 

3. But the Gliddens must not weep. 

It won't do, it won't do. 
But come out of your long sleep, 

All of you, all of you. 
Try your best to reach our height, 
Although we're nearly out of sight, 
And we soon must take our flight 

From A'our view, from your view. 
Yes we soon must take our flight 

From your view. 

Vjliaden Song 

I . Green, Green, Green, 1 wish my color would fade. 
Green, Green, Green, I want a different shade. 
Green, Green, Green, morning, night between, 
I wish I was a purple'stead of a Green, Green, Green. 

Because green is my color 3. Fm sick of this bilious color, 

Fm feeling mighty mean ; And now I want some style. 

My life's an awful burden If I could dress in purple 

And Fm ashamed to be seen. I'd be happy all the while. 

When first I was ^n Ellwood Though the Ellwoods are conceited, 

I thought I'd happy be. They're nothing to be feared. 

But now Fm broken-hearted. All their plans of victory 

As you can plainly see. By Gliddens will be queered. 

Clio. — Green, Green, Green, etc. Ciio.— Green, Green, Green, etc. 

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EllA\^ood Contestants 

Ethel Coultas 
Sarah Wilson 
Eleanor Troxell 
Floyd R. Ritzman 
Julia Bliss 
Grace Montgomery 
Verne Sinclair 


AT T^n 

TreDle Clef Society 

First Soprano. 

Grace Banker. 
Alice Green. 
Anna Heald. 
Dorothy West. 
Lenora Dovvdell. 

Second Soprano. 

Mattie Johnson. 
Ellen Kastrup. 
Maude Mitchell. 
Anna Nelson. 

Gertrude Sampter. 
Roxalen.v Davidson. 

First Alto. 

Edith Carmichael. 
Gertrude Elliott. 
Alice Garretson. 
Irene Haight. 
Mae Holm. 

Florence Newberry. 
Hazel Perry. 
Myrtle Perry. 

Second Alto. 

Ethel Coultas. - 
Jessamine Crapser. 
Anna Duffey. 
Laura King. 

Frances McEwan. 
Edith Peebles. 
May Sechler. 



First Violin Clarence Palmer 

Jessamine Crapser 
Zola Cheeney 

Second Violin Walter Finkinbinder 

Homer Althouse 

First Cornet Albert Barradell 

Second Cornet Nellie James 

Cello Miss Rose Le Mile Huff 

Piano Alice Garretson 

Drums aiid Fraps Gail Hamilton 

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Young NV^omen s Cnristian Association 


President Birdie Barnsback. 

Vice-President Eleanor Troxell. 

Secretary Maude Selliken. 

Treasurer Sarah McLean. 

WHEN the Young Women's Christian Association 
reorganized last Fall, it was decided best to have a 
central idea or theme for the coming year's work 
— Christian culture among women. With the thought in 
mind that the first requisite of Christian culture is kindness, 
thoughtfulness and love for others, the Young Women's 
Christian Association has been quietly, slowly, it may be, but 
steadily progressing. Only those regulations and aims of 
the National Society were adopted which seemed applicable 
to the needs of our vicinity. 

During the first term some phase of Christian culture 
among women was taken up at each meeting. Hymns and 
hymnology was the special subject during the winter term. 
As an introduction to this study, several of our pastors gave 
their personal views on hymnology. Later members of the 
Faculty and others gave interesting talks in the weekly gath- 
erings about their favorite hymns and why they were so. 

At the State Young Women's Christian Association 
convention held last October, this Association was repre- 
sented b}' two delegates. They brought back many encour- 
aging reports of the other societies and many helpful sug- 


The Inter-State Oratorical Contest 

SINCE joining the State Inter-Normal Oratorical League, three years ago, 
we have had the honor to represent Illinois at the Interstate Contest each 
year. In two of these contests we have taken honors. We do not boast 
on this account, but we are enabled to receive the congratulations of our friends 
with a degree of composure that would not otherwise be possible. The five 
contestants participating in this contest represent a body of about seven thousand 
students. It becomes quite significant, therefore, to win an honor in such a com- 
pany. It is generally conceded that oratory more naturally belongs to men than 
to women. On this account Miss Bryant's victory at Cedar Falls becomes more 
significant still. That is not all. The subject of the oration is generally thought 
to be outside of the regular line of winning contest orations. It will be noticed 
that most of the orations in such contests are about great historic characters, 
whose influence has been traced and whose fame has been sung again and again. 
"The Western Pioneer" is, therefore, not an attractive subject. To treat it ade- 
quately a new line of treatment must be undertaken. It compelled originality. 
There was a temptation to run into the picturesque and the novel, to attract the 
curious. All of that was avoided and we have a dignified appeal for the recog- 
nition of the work of one of the most important factors in our American civiliza- 
tion. In fact, the American pioneer spirit gives us whatever of national dis- 
tinctiveness we have. Our Americanism traces to that as its source. 

A genuine oration has a cause to plead. It is prophetic rather than historic. 
It has its foundation in the emotions. To write an oration, then, is not so much 
an intellectual achievement merely as the expression of a fervent emotional exper- 
ience on account of some righteous cause. To deliver an oration is not simply 
to enunciate distinctly, to gesture gracefully, nor to look pretty, but to be trans- 
formed into a messenger of truth whose mission is to deliver a divine message. 

To say that all of this and more was done in "The Western Pioneer" is not 
merely a high compliment to Miss Bryant ; it is the truth. 


Our Song 

(To the tune of Dolly Gray.) 

WE ARE students brave and true, Illinois, 
And we pledge our love to you, Illinois ; 
We cannot forget your fame, 
We'll preserve your honored name, 
With Bryant as our leader, Illinois. 
Don't you hear the tramp of feet, Illinois, 
Sounding through the busy street, Illinois? 
'Tis the march of students true. 
Going forth to win for you 
Honors fresh and laurels new, Illinois. 


Hello, Iowa ! Do you hear us ? 

Does it break your heart to know 

We are coming for to do you all up brown before we go? 

For we'll have your scalps a-dangling. 

And you won't know what to say, 

When you see our girl a-coming — 

Watch out ! Iowa ! 

Hear the tooting of our horns, Iowa, 
We have come to take the cake, Iowa. 

To your lovely face so fair, wc will give a look of care. 
For our girl will beat your liny, Iowa. 
She will surely beat your boy, Iowa, 
In the fight for Illinois, Iowa. 

She will down Wisconsin, too. 

Bleeding Kansas will look blue. 
And she'll do n]i old Missouri, Iowa. 


A Rude Rkytkm 

WITH music loud we come, with horns and songs, 
We come back from Iowa to sing not only our victories, but our defeats. 
We had our victories ; we had our defeats — we celebrate them both. 
Why did we go to Iowa? 

To enter our orator against the orators from other States ; 
To put our athletes against their athletes ; 
To put our baseball men against their baseball men ; 
To play basketball with them ; to play tennis with them — 
To show them what our Normal School could do. 
We were both victorious and vanquished. 
We rejoice in both. 

Did our girl not win honor in the contest? 
We did "take the cake" from Iowa, then, sure. 
We did "do those fellows up so bad" in tennis. 
What if we didn't make scores in the track meet? 
What if the basketball was against us? 
What if baseball didn't bring us a victory? 
Didn't we fight well? Didn't we show our spirit? 
Didn't we accept defeat with manliness and courage? 
Didn't we play our game on the square? 
We tasted the sweetness of victory ; 
We know the bitterness of defeat — 
But we come back unashamed, undismayed. 
We have an honorable record to show you ; 
Our banner is still unsmirched. 

We are proud of our orator, proud of our courageous boys, 
Proud of our loyal girls, aye, and proud of our faculty. 
We are glad to get back to our own — 

We would rather belong to the N. I. S. N. S. and be defeated 
Than belong to any other school with victorious athletes. 


The NVestern Pioneer 

SACRIFICE is the price of progress. The Canaan for a race costs a long 
wandering in the wilderness. One thinker drinks the cup of hemlock, and 
a new realm of thought is opened to mankind. The Christ bears his cross 
up Calvary's hill, and men know the law of human brotherhood. One man stands 
alone in thought, ventures upon an unknown sea, dies dishonored, and civilization 
transcends the bounds of Europe. A consecrated band of Pilgrims cross a danger- 
ous ocean, face a bleak and untried land, and lo, we have American freedom and 
American civilization. 

Too long unsung is the story of the western pioneer. His like there was in 
the ancient world when Ulysses launched his boat upon the western wave, fired 
with the passion 

"To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 
Of all the western stars." 

His like there was in Europe in the days when the restless Teuton, leaving the 
primitive village by the North Sea, crossed the stormy waves to win by slow, 
unceasing effort, the land destined to be the home of the Anglo-Saxon race. As 
the sea called the men of the old world to undiscovered lands, now the undulant 
prairies of the new, lured men to the unknown west. Vast, inert, and mysterious 
was the wide expanse before them. To win it for the cross, the Jesuit Father 
had come a century before and found a mart}r's death ; to give it to France and 
his king, La Salle had braved its terrors and yielded it another grave. But un- 
broken still, untouched by art or commerce, were the new land's plains and native 

Some restless hunter with the roving spirit of a Daniel L>oone or a Roger 
Clarke, fired by a desire to know what lay beyond in the land of the setting sun. 
sought to explore the untamed western wilderness, liurning with a fierce courage, 
restive of the growing numbers of his kind, th.c western trapper entered this 
wilderness, where nature was wild and stern, where man and beast were alike his 
enemy. But scornful of danger, "all daring, all enduring," he blazed his way from 
the Alleghanies to the Rockies'. A forerunner of civilization, he never stayed to 
reap the harvest of his toil. Barely opening his little clearing and building his 
rude log-house, he left for others the new land he had o]xmic<1 to civilization and 
once more took up the trail. 

It was the trapper's tales of tiie rolling prairies, the running waters, the 
limitless hunting grounds and boundless forests that lay beyond the mountains, 
which first tempted the dweller on the xA.tlantic coast to cross the trackless wilder- 
ness. As he traversed mountain and plain at the slow pace of the pack-horse or 
exhausted ox-team, the golden mirage in the western horizon lured and cheered 
him on. Patriarchal were the processions of white-topped prairie schooners that 


crossed these trackless plains of the middle west. Bringing his slender outfit, 
this traveler from the east sought a new home and rich lands where he might rear 
his children in the midst of untold promise. Not a shrewd, bartering trapper, not 
a restless, roving hunter, but a "man of the ax and rifle," a feller of the trees, a 
tiller of the soil, who dwelt with his wife and children on a rude little farm sur- 
rounded by forest or open prairie, — such was the typical pioneer of the west. 

Hard and tmrelenting was this wilderness expanse. He who would succeed 
in it must bow to its demands, must leave behind the earlier life of ease and cul- 
ture to live one of exile — primitive in its simplicity and hardship. He obtains 
his meat by his rifle ; grinds his own meal ; cards, spins, and weaves for his cloth- 
ing. He feels the terror of the red-man ; he sees the prairie fire destroy the work 
of years, or the freshet take his crop ; he knows the pangs of hunger and the 
numbness of cold ; helpless he sees Death take wife or child. But neither sickness 
nor famine, freshet nor fire, Indian onslaught, nor nature's rebellion could check 
the westward march to a victory far greater than the mightiest martial triumph. 

Sharing with the settler in his struggle and victory was another — the wife 
of the pioneer. Resolutely she faced the hardships of the overland journey and 
crossed the plains in the prairie schooner. Though the trail was marked by her 
baby's grave, yet strong in spirit, brave in hope, she cheerfully entered the deso- 
late midst of a virgin land. Steadfastly subduing her longings for the old New 
England home, she silently bore the loneliness, the utter isolation of the new life. 
Working at the dawn and in the dusk of eve, giving to the settler's cabin, by her 
simple unconscious devotion, the charm that made it home, making the mother's 
sacrifice for the larger future of her children, the pioneer wife became the 
spiritual leaven of the new life. 

The spiritual leaven demanded a new type of pioneer, for the religion which 
upheld the Puritan of early colonial days became the strength of the hardy col- 
onists of the west. Rude and uncouth was the staunch old circuit-rider. He was, 
like Saul of Tarsus, a missionary. Foot-sore or weary of guiding his faithful 
pack-horse, facing the cold and snow of winter or the fever and heat of summer, 
fording the swollen streams, a mark for the Indian's rifle — he carried a message of 
light to a chosen people. In some cabin home or school house, or under the shelter 
of the forest trees, this faithful servant preached the word of God in the spirit of 
the zealous men of old. The pioneer preacher who rode these prairies was 
strong in purpose, rich in love for his brother, a man of heroic mould, indeed; 
and to his self-sacrifice, to his life service were due the inspirations to righteous 
living and the high morality of the early west. 

This vigorous, fervent spirit touched every phase of pioneer life. In this 
boundless west men sought the end of vague, yet century-old ambitions. Despite 
adverse conditions, the love for learning was undimmed. Soon log school- 
houses dotted the rolling prairies, the village store at the cross-roads 
opened its friendly doors and the little church with its steeple became the land- 




mark for miles around. Little more than a hundred years ago the hear and the 
buffalo roamed here at will, "the smoke of the tepee crawled skyward," and the 
Indian chief was monarch. The spirit awakened by a Daniel Boone and a Roger 
Clarke has worked for a century, and today the laughter of children is heard 
where the savage war-cry rang ; the great mills hum where the wolf once howled, 
and homes of industry and culture have replaced the Indian wigwam. The dawn 
of a new day for the middle west has passed and the changes which the century 
has wrought are but the results of the pioneer's humble beginning. 

In the brightness of our nation's noonday this central west wields a great 
power of which the humble pioneer knew nothing. As he set forth to make his 
western home, as he toiled, and as he shaped the new life of these prairies, un- 
consciously he wrought a continental destiny. Upon the middle west the advance 
of all American institutions has been dependent. From her ranks have come 
modern statesmen, schoolmasters of a new learning, great commercial giants who 
control our trade. In time of need she has sent forth brave leaders — Andrew 
Jackson, Grant, Logan, Lincoln. To the army of the Republic during the Civil 
War she gave one-third its strength. Experienced and robust from her frontier 
defense, taught by her every day life to despise both danger and hardship, she 
proved on the field of battle that though the nation's capital fall captive to seces- 
sion, into the middle west that captivity should never come. 

To such a spirit as the pioneer's may both Europe and America turn for the 
source of national democracy. The modern American is as thoroughly a prod- 
uct of the west as of the east. Restless in his energy, brave in his self-reliance, 
broad in his wisdom, on a clean page of history he is writing a new record of 
mankind. Though the wilderness has been made "to blossom as the rose," though 
the frontier has become the Orient, in other lines the pioneer spirit still works. To 
that spirit we owe our advance in science, our' progress in invention, and our 
daring in commercial enterprise. What the west of today is, we who live on its 
prairies know. What the west of a hundred years ago was, we who live in the 
midst of a country bound together to remotest part by telegraph and railroad, in 
the midst of cities noisy with factory din, or near the mine with its roar of 
blasting, its thousands of workmen — what that west was we can never know. 
The wilderness was pierced, the way was opened, the great westward march of 
civilization began, destined to move on till the ocean itself interposed. 

The work of the pioneer is done. It has in it neither the pathos of a Valley 
Forge nor the tragedy of a Gettysburg. "Not with observation" came his vic- 
tory over nature's forces, and he gave to us a nation, strong in the strength of 
its freedom, rich in its untold promise. From the old days to the new, from the 
thirteen colonies to a United States, the time has been short in years, but it has 
covered centuries of progress. The cost of this progress, the untold weariness 
and sacrifice of the brave men and women who made it possible, are known 
only by the fireside tale. It was not the work of a few great souls ; to the 


hundreds is our tribute due — to the heroic men and women of common life. It 
is fitting that we chronicle the deeds of our generals and give praise to our 
statesmen — let the nation build for them her monuments of granite. But for the 
unconscious hero of these plains there exists a memorial far more lasting and 
significant than written record, or bronze or marble statue. For warm and 
vibrant, the teeming life of our western prairies will endure with the endurance 
of a nation — a civilization which is the hope of the world — a civilization whose 
founder and soul was the western pioneer. 

Ethel Frank Bryant. 

OH, it's oh and heigh-o ! 
We have won the contest so ! 

With our yellow and our white, 
We have shown them how to fight. 
It's in thought and composition, 
That wc gained our high position. 
And in voice and gesture, too. 
We have shown them what to do. 
Although we had no boy, 
Wc have won for Illinois. 


Artor D 


1. Room 4, Grade I. — Scotch Pine Song by the Class 

2. Room 5, Grades II and III. — Snow Apple Song by the Class 

3. Room 28, Grades IV and V. — Horse Chestnut 

Address by Harry Hamilton 

4. Room 37, Grade YI. — Russian Mulberry. . . .Address by Clarence Morey 

5. Room 25, Grade VII. — Mountain Ash Address by Raymond Mork 

6. Room 27, Grade VIII. — Redbud Address by Florence Moorhead 

7. Glidden Society. — White Birch (presented by Mr. Ed Johnson) .... 

Address by Miss Hosley 

8. EUwood Society. — Norway Spruce (presented by Mr. Ed. Johnson) 

Address by Mr. Calloway 

9. Freshman Class. — Balsam Fir Address by Mr. Kays 

10. Junior Class. — Sycamore Address by Miss Rode 

11. Senior Class. — Norway Maple Address by Miss Fuller 

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ur i^oo 


AVEN'T you been out there? 
Well, I declare ! Been on the 
books for eight months, and 
let the big mundane ball roll over 
twice one hundred times, and then 
more, and you've done no more than 
wear a path from your room at the 
club straight to your appointed seat 
in the class room ! I can scarcely be- 
lieve it, but then I know two seniors, 
— three year coursers at that — who 
have never walked over to the copse 
where the wild crabs pour their of- 
fering of fragrance and bloom out 
upon the campus. And hist ! Sh ! 
It is rumored that there are digni- 
taries about who have never visited the Normal pond, never rested on the 
"Freshman" seat of '05, never trod the banks of the winding "tributary." In 
the mill of routine we grind until on Commencement Day we awake to find how 
much we've left undone, how many privileges we have failed to honor. 

What? — oh yes, you're right; I was going to 
tell you about our friends the animals. Come out 
with me, and be introduced to Dick and Katrina and 
their fellow denizens of the Zoo. 

Here's a neat building, just north of the bio- 
logical Laboratory, about 12x30 in size; a wire en- 
closure, boarded on three sides in winter, well 
roofed, shingled and i^ainted ; a burrow-proof floor 
of historic planks (that brick pavement is a latter 
day improvement, you know)f carpeted with dirt 
and sawdust. 

This airy tenement house was built at slight 
expense through tlie i)lanning of Mr. IMcKend, Mr. 
Charles and Mr. Hatch. Faculty and students 
played a "Zoo benefit" game of basket ball to swell 
the limited funds available. Jim and Mr. Hatch 
worked with the carpenter during the summer. 

Long Jim is in(lis])ensablc. The animals and the plants claim him as their friend; 
they demand his services every day. Those mosaic Moors are spotless, though ; 

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I wonder how he finds the time. He must be as busy as the Ghddens since the 
piano deficit was mentioned. They — what? Oh yes. Well, before we had this 
building we had two small cages built against the brick wall in a sheltered cor- 
ner. It all happened in this way. It seems that the biology professor was much 

given to taming wild animals, — grew up with them, you 
know, used to tame snakes for the neighbor boys at a 
cent a week per snake. A big fox snake, four-footer, was 
captured on the campus and brought to the laboratory. 
You couldn't tell it from a spotted adder; — no, spotted 
adders aren't poisonous, bitt excuse me! Well, Mr. 
Charles let the snake bite him once, punished it for doing 
so, and within a week it was so tame that it would lie 
quietly in one's hands and drink water from the faucet. 
That's doing pretty well, for a snake, isn't it? The sev- 
eral mouse-traps that the building affords kept His 
Snakeship's cupboard well supplied. Every girl in the 
laboratory used to take the snake from its cage and 
handle it, and there's no end to the snake stories they have to tell. 

Then there was a large toad that liked to be carried about on someone's hand 
while he picked flies from the windows. Several other small animals were tamed 
and housed in the laboratory, and when it became noised about that the school 
was building up a collection, many contributions were ofifered and the Zoo grew 

Don't you know that squeak? Sounds like a family of diminutive porkers, 
doesn't it? Guinea pigs, you know; yellow and white, the Normal colors. They 
don't know much, but it's fun to hear them grunt and squeak, and it's no bother 
at all to keep them. 

Those little fellows over in the corner ? Why, those are flying squirrels ! 
See how tame they are ! And they're the dearest little companions you ever saw. 
They're most affectionate and intelligent, and you can teach them all sorts of lit- 
tle tricks if you get them when they are young and deal with them when 
they are hungry. Didn't you ever see one fly in the woods from the top 
of a tree to the trunk of a neighboring forest giant? Then you've missed a 
fine sight! 

Those big red squirrels applied for admission to the Normal — tried to get 
in through the windows, and Jim and Mr. Shoop made them welcome. They, 
too, are very tame', but how they do sputter and flare their bushy tails when a 
dog comes near ! They are such social fellows. How I wish we had families of 
them living in the trees along the streets. 

Jerry, down there, is one of the patriarchs of the Zoo. He's a study in black 
and white and for a common every-day rabbit he's a treasure. I wonder how 
many times the reliable old fellow has been sketched by the boys and girls in the 


class room. That big red one is a Belgian hare and seems to quite over-awe his 
room-mate, Baby Cotton-tail of prairie renown. 

So you want to see Juliet II., the 'possum? You've heard of her? Yes, 
she's the possum of checkered career, fond of adventure and 
much given to playing truant, straying from home and getting 
lost, and being found in unexpected places such as organs and 
coal scuttles. Her accomplishments? They're easily enumer- 
ated, being but four in number : to eat, to sleep, to make faces 
and to hang from one's finger by means of her prehensile tail. The 
original Juliet and the wicked and cannibalistic Romeo, — but that 
is a different possum story and I haven't time now. 

Of course no Zoo, especially a state Zoo, could be complete 

"the great and the glorious American aygle. 
That no furrin nation can iver inveigle 
Or throw salt on his beautiful tail." 
We had an eagle here for some time but as we did not then 
have suitable quarters for him it proved to be a difficult thing to projD- 
erly care for him, and he was honorably discharged. I hope that we 
may sometime have another one here, for the youthful national bird, 
like the young America, will yield to good instruction and become a 
most tractable member of society. 

Dick Coon? Well, isn't he a droll fellow! See him stretch and 
yawn. Come here, Dick! Wake up! (I'm afraid you're too fat to 
come a running.) You're a regular old bear, aren't you? — plantigrade 
and all — but so good-natured and so mischievous! Here! Get your 
hand out of my pocket ! I wish I had some peanuts for you, but you 
can't have those sprouted acorns ; the second primaries are going to 

plant those in the garden this afternoon. 

Dick is five years old and he has lost a few teeth, but 
he's funnier than ever, although he seems to be getting 
lazier. , Great stories are told of his babyhood days in 
Nebraska ; of his captivity, his escapes and his escapades ; 
of how he would open the screen door, walk into the 
house and let the door slam behind him, frightening the 
wits out of everybody ; of his visits to the sugar-box, the 
jelly glasses, the egg basket ; of the ruination of spring 
millinery. Dick is very fond of sweetmeats, — that's his 
great weakness. 

Mrs. Dick is a product of the woods near Miller's 
farm. She is extremely diffident and, I'm afraid, some- 
what sulky. She came into our hands late in life and I 

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guess she wasn't brought up right. See her eyes shine back 
there from the darkness of her kennel! Can it be that old 
Dick is a hen-pecked coon? We don't often see him con- 
versing with her, and it's current gossip that he is very jealous 
of Katrina. But he's a most amiable old fellow, very affable 
and always wanting to know how you are getting along. 

Katrina.? The pride of the Zoo! I saved her till the last. 
Isn't she a beauty.'* She's everyone's favorite. She came 
to us when she was only 
a wee bit coyote, and now 
she's four years old. She has always lived 
in the best society and she isn't really happy 
unless she is receiving attention, for she has 
always had somebody to play with. Didn't 
you ever see her out on the campus for a 
romp with Jim or Mr. Charles.'' I've told 
you about her so often that I know you feel 

acquainted with 

'Well! Did I 
forget Grandpa — 
Foxy Grandpa. '' 
There, Grandpa, 
we'll not neglect 
you. Run away, 
Katy, — you must 

remember there are other folks in the world besides 
Katrina Wolfchen. Isn't Grandpa a — why, do you 
really mean you'd like to have his tail to wear about 
your neck.'' Well, give me all of Grandpa, — not 
merely the tail, but the cunning head, the quick 
bram, muse alert ears, those playful ways, those sparkling eyes. What.' 
Well, I thought you wouldn't ask me to massacre him just yet. 

Must you go to the critique.? Well, let's come out here again soon, will 
you.? Bye, — no, I'm going to play with Katy for a while. 

L J 




Ine Grandstand Speaks 

ALTHOUGH only about a year old, I'm going to have my say. I have 
taken several steps, and there has been no objection filed to my forward- 
ness. You will perhaps care to know how I happened to be dropped down 
on the Campus of a Normal School. It was this way: The trustees, believing 
that enough boys to form an athletic team would annually wend their wav to 
De Kalb, decided that the girls who support the team and do the cheering should 
be made comfortable. In fact, those who attend the games as spectators are often 
more comfortable than those who attend as performers. 

The first year of my existence has been an eventful one. I was completed 
just in time for the interstate oratorical contest and track meet of 1903. The 
orators made so much noise that I couldn't sleep well that night. Then, besides 
the oratorical noise there was the memory of an exciting event that happened in 
the afternoon. The Northwestern University baseball team came out here to 
play a combination high school and normal school team, and were defeated in 
a score of 2 to i, which, I have been told, is real ball playing. 

The next day the result was so reversed in the Interstate Track Meet that 
it took me some time to recover from the shock of it. 

Along in the summer the H. O. G. team played against the Summer School 
team and finally won in an 11 -inning game by a score of 4 to 3. 

Late in September some men came and made a checker board for me to 
look at. It puzzled me to see through the game the fellows tried to play on this 
checker board afifair. Someone told me it was a game of football. It may be 
called that, but the game isn't what the name indicates. 

One fine October day the old fellows came back to play against the young- 
sters. There were Kays, Hansen, Frederick, Hiffle, Malone, Lucas, Ackert, Phil- 
lips, et al. These "oldsters" were so much interested in the ladies that they 
couldn't play long at a time. 

In early November some lads from the "Baby Normal School" came here 
to play football. They looked "good," but weren't. I never saw the Normal 
boys gallop up and down the field so fast as they did this particular day. 

Thanksgiving Day was pretty cold, but I saw a "warm time" in the after- 
noon. A game between the High School and the Normal School was scheduled, 
but it broke up in what some people call "a difference of opinion" regarding the 
rules, and everybody left the field disgusted with the kind of football which is 
played with the mouth. 

I was snowed in much of the winter and had my supply of city water wholly 
shut ofif. Very early in the spring, however, the water was turned on again and 
the boys came back to cut their usual capers in track and baseball. The fellows 
who have won athletic honors for the school in the past did not come, but the 


enthusiasts who are to win the honors this year are out where I can see them 
every day. And I have already seen them show the High School boys the way 
to get around the bases and register tallies. 

The view which I get from my position is very pleasing. The cinder track 
leads away to my right and then comes curving back. The tennis courts loom 
large and inviting in the distance. The fragrance of the wild crab blossom is 
blown to me o'er waving grasses ; the laughter of children gives me thrills of 
joy; the shouts of the victors give me a feeling of victory— a sense that I, too, 
serve a purpose in the world and share in the great cause of service. 



Players. Position. Height. J V eight. 

A. E. Barradell, Right Half 5:11 165 

M. A. Nichols, Right Half 5:9 155 

D. J. Kays, Full Back 5 :ii 165 

F. R. Ritzman (Capt.), Left Half. 5:9 165 

A. I. Farr, Quarter 5:6 150 

M. J. Lyons, Left End 5:11 150 

W. Finkenbinder, Left Tackle 5 :io 165 

L. R. Langworthy, Right Guard 5 :io 150 

D. Ledford, Right Guard 5:11 145 

F. Nashold, Center 5:9 150 

O. A. Tearney, Left Guard 5:11 150 

C. W. Randall, Left Guard 5:9 150 

J. F. Shea, Right Tackle 6:0 180 

J. W. Eck, Right End ' 5:6 140 

L. D. Perry, Right End 5:6 140 

J. A. Keith (Coach). 

Wm. Crocker (Coach). 


Boys Basket Ball 

Players. Positions. 

Don Kays Center 

Claude Randall Running Forward 

Alvin Farr Standing Forward 

A. E. Barradell Standing Forward 

F. R. Ritzman (Capt.) Running Guard 

O. A. Tearney . Standing Guard 

M. A. Nichols Standing Guard 

Wm. Crocker (Coach) 


Players. Positions. 

D. Ledford Center 

Ezra Calloway (Capt.) Running Forward 

H. W. Pepper Running Forward 

J. W. Eck Standing Forward 

L. D. Perry Standing Forward 

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Base Ball 

Players. ■ Positions. 

J. F. Shea Catcher 

Don Ka\'s I 'itcher 

F. R. Ritzman First I'.ase 

J. C. Wiltse |t Second r>ase 

A. E. Barradell Third Base 

Ezra Calloway Shortstop 

A. I. Farr Left Field 

C). A. Tearney (Capt.) Center Field 

John Eck Right Field 

I. Brazier Substitute 

H. W. Pepper Substitute 

Henry W. Stiness ( Coach ) 

S. F. Parson ( 1\ 1 anagcr ) 


Girls Basket Ball 

Players. Positions. 

Mae Hohm Center 

M. Helen Talbot Running Forward 

Lillie Roth (Capt.) Standing Forward 

Clara B. Smith Running Guard 

Hazel D. Perry Running Guard 

Marguerite Nicholson Standing Guard 

Jessica Foster . ( Coach and Manager) 


Players. Positions. 

Emily Gilpatrick Center 

Genevieve Zimmer Running Forward 

Gertrude Elliott Running Forward 

Nellie James Standing Forward 

Katherine Quinlan Standing Forward 

Bessie Rowley Running Guard 

Grace Hosley Standing Guard 

Augusta Dart Standing Guard 





















N. I.S.N. S. 

N. I. S. N. S. 
N. T. S. N. S. 
N. I. S. N. S. 
N. I. S. N. S. 
N. I. S. N. S. 
N. I. S. N. S. 
N. I. S. N. S. 
N. J. S. N. S. 
N. T. S. N. S. 
N. I. S. N. S. 

Games played 
Games won . 
Games lost . . . 


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I'.clvidcrr ll. S 2 

.\lunini 2 

I'.elvidcre H. S 5 

Rockford H. S 18 

Rockford H. S 11 

Savanna H. S 7 

DeKalb H. S 4 

I'.elvidcre H. S 7 

Savanna H. S 8 

W. 1. S. N. S II 

Oak l^irk H. S 5 



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Track Team 

*J. C. WiLTSE, Captain, 
*A. I. Farr, 
*D. J. Kays, 

Ezra Callaway, 
*F. R. RrrzMAN, 

A. E. Barradell, 

J. F. Shea, 


L. D. Perry, 

J. W. EcK, 

H. W. Pepper, 

I. M. Brazier, 

A. B)Aker, 

L. R. LANCAVoK'niv, 


H. W. Stiness, Coach, 
C. Lour, Manager. 

'Have earned llie track monogram. 

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VELVET-VEINED, golden-specked butterfly! 
Floating and flitting by, 
Fluttering your wings on high, 
Tilting with airy grace, 
On the flushed poppies' face ; 
Sipping in dainty way, 
Honey from flowers gay. 
On dew-covered blossoms you swing and you sway. 

A sunbeam has gilded your wings' fringed edge ; 

From the pansy you've taken 

Its purple and orange, 

And dipped your flufif'd head 

In the lily's gold cup ; 

While the bee's striped jacket 

You've stolen and fled. 
Like a gay golden flower you gleam o'er the ledge. 

Genevieve Zimmer. 



ary Lice 


LITTLE life has come to us 
From o'er the immortal sea ; 
Something sweet to love and guide, 
We're thankful, Mary Lee. 

Tiny one, with violet eyes, 

What will you grow to be? 

We do not know, we're only glad 
You're with us, Mary Lee. 

At last you're oft" to the land of Nod, 
The stars are watching thee. 

Smile thou little one, in thy dreams, 
God keep thee, Mary Lee. 

Marcia Rode. 


A Xale of Beginnings 

HE tale tells that when the Griffins, stationed aloft on the 
high walls of the Hall of Pedagogues, took their first good 
look ahout them to get their bearings, they saw great 
stretches of green meadowland falling ofif to the south and 
east, toward a thick forest and cleft amidmost by a little 
river. Over beyond the tree-tops they coukl see the spires of 
the busy town where men make long strings of wire with 
prongs sticking out here and there, for the fencing of flocks 
and herds. Closer they could see no human dwellings save 
only those on or anigh the high road called Main, or those 
dimly seen far to the east on the road called First. At last, 
when they heard the honk of the wild geese in their south- 
ward flight, the Griffins saw to the north and east a new 
dwelling made fair without with yellow plaster, and they 
heard the Hall folk say, "Behold! Yon goodly dwelling is 
for the abiding place of Page, our learned instructor." Here 
he dwelt with his good wife. Dame Janet, and the gentle, white-haired dame, his 
mother, alone on the wide prairie. Through the day the little family caught faint 
echoes of the life of the neighboring town, but at sunset, when the glooming was 
at point to begin, a peaceful silence fell unbroken save for the lowing of cattle in 
the pastures near by, or the sweetly plaintive call of the pewee and the hooting of 
the owl in the woodland. 

The tale tells that the other leaders of the young among the Hall folk 
lived over beyond the forest, within the town, and were wont to jeer at good 
man Page, calling him Farmer Page, for that he came so seldom among them 
and grew to wear the look of one used to gazing at broad acres and wide arch- 

ing skies. 

But he cared naught for their jibes, being well content to abide under 

his own roof-tree, in his own ingle nook, and to break bread at his own table. 
This might not the others do ; but they were fain to eat where they could and 
sleep as best they might, for you must know that there were a great many 
Hall folk newly come among the town folk, so that food and shelter were hard 
to come at. 

At noons, for that food was scarce, they stayed their hunger by full 
draughts of milk, and you must know that each morning a huge wain drove up 
to the west door of the Hall and a cowherd ranged therein row after row of 
drinking-horns filled with milk and cream. The cowherd was thrall to a man 
named Gurler. The tale tells that when there came a short break in the toiling 
of the young folk so that they might range where it liked them, the young men 
were wont to run helter-skelter down the long Hall ways, striking their arms 


out right and left most like to a strong swimmer buffeting the waves, and falling 
over one another to get at the drinking-horns. Thereupon the Master of the 
Hall, when all were gathered in the common meeting-place, made speech and 
said, "Long have I lived, yet never have I known that there be more than one 
kind of animal that will break down the bars and run for milk." Then might 
you see the youths grow crimson red even to their ears, for that they perceived 
that the Master likened them to very young calves. At this lunchtime certain 
of the youths were wont to gather in a high room of the Hall and play mightily 
on drums and wind instruments. The sounds they made were most awesome, 
at whiles a clashing of tones at fearful odds with one another, and at whiles 
deep groanings as of spirits in the dark under world. Yet when this band 
played at some feast or merry-making the Hall folk greeted them right heartily, 
albeit some put bits of cotton in their ears lest the drums thereof take harm. 

At first there was but one road leading to the Hall. Every man, whether 
he bestrode a horse, or drove a wagon, or went afoot; took his way through 
the great gate at the south, for toward the east was no bridge across the water- 
way nor might it well be forded. When spring came on the little watercourse 
to the south of the Hall grew to a brown, murky torrent raging clean across the 
roadway. No woman might cross it and the men, even by great leaps, could 
scarce come off without mishap. Then did Shoop, the good care-taker of the 
Hall, take his stand near John's road and faithfully warn travelers of their 
peril, bidding them beware of the south gates and pointing them to the foot- 
bridge thrown in haste across the eastern stream. In these days did Farmer 
Page come to town with high rubber boots and with a firm staff to his hand. 
He had likewise a long list of wares that Dame Janet bade him buy in the 
market place, for you must know that not even for hire could he get man or 
beast to venture through his domain by reason of the deep and sticky mud. I'll 
would it have fared with his little household had not Farmer Page been stout 
of heart and bold of spirit, and withal good at walking. 

The tale tells of busy times in field and woodland when the making of 
roads began. Men went through the woods with ax and saw. They felled 
the stately trees and drove the sharp plow-share through the meadows, and 
made a path of ugly black cinders. Up hill and down dale it went, and on 
both sides were stretches of greensward set thick with dog-tooth violets and 
pink spring beauties, with now and again a clump of the wild blue phlox. On 
the Hall side of the footbridge was laid a walk of two boards of no great width 
kept apart by a space where sore need was for another board, for no man 
might walk thereon without much ado to keep from falling into the hole. Yet 
whether the Hall folk fared through the meadow or through the forest they 
found the walk exceeding pleasant in the spring, for everywhere the birds sang 
merrily and made the wildwood gay with their bright plumage. So the year 
waxed and waned, and ever the badge best loved by the Hall folk was the 
yellow and white, and their proudest boast was ever, "I am a pioneer." So 
was the year sweet to them. Good was it, too, for that it looked toward other 
years to come, each with its own tale of comrades walking pleasant ways to- 
gether in faith and loyalty. 


Sallad of Sir Ckarles 
and Faire Elsie 

KEN ye not that a knight of fame 
Has won a faire ladye, 
And brought her to his ain countree 
His bonny bride to be? 

There has na' been a week, a week, 

A week but barely ane, 
When bHthlie awa' this knight would ride. 

But sair come hame again. 

O mony and mony a pilgrimage 

To the shrine of the faire Elsie, 

Our gude Sir Charles this year has made. 
For full devout is he. 

Hearken, ye gentles, to the tale, 

Now hearken to the lay. 
Faire Elsie came to the Hall, the Hall, 

On a golden autumn day. 

And her hands they were sae lily white. 
And her face, it was sae bonny. 

And the glance fra her clear blue e'e sae bright. 
Was sae winsome and sae merry. 

Our gude Sir Charles but looked and sighed, 

"Alas ! wae's me ! 
My heart is sair. I darena' think 

On this gentle, faire ladye. 

"To Science great my life is given. 

I must for aye 
On fishes think, on frogs, and flowers. 

And not on ladies gay. 

"Awa', awa', thou faire ladye ! 

Awa' forever mair ! 
Kathrine I'll love, and Dick and Jerry; 

But O mv heart is sair." 


The days went by and the weeks went by, 

As days and weeks will do, 
And Sir Charles was sad, and Sir Charles was glad 

He wist na' what to do. 

Ae morn he went to view the birds. 

In the merry month of May, 
And he saw the maid in the morning light 

Picking the flowers sae gay. 

And the robin sang, "O gude Sir Charles, 

This maid is wondrous bonny. 
O dinna ye ken that she is sae faire, 

Sae kind and sae cheerie?" 

Then quoth Sir Charles, "O robin true. 

Ye tell sae sweet a story. 
Science awa' ! Until I dee, 

I'll serve this winsome ladye." 

But lang, lang was he sore perplexed. 

And troubled sair was he ; 
For much he feared he might na' w in 

This bonny maid Elsie. 

But he bore him weel, and he spak' sic things, 

She promised liis bride to be. 
And they twa went to the sunny southland, 

They twa, on a lang journie. 

Sae hither come all yc gudc students, 

And drink the bluid red wine 
To the health of Sir Charles and his fairc ladye. 

Come drink to this toast of mine. 


A LuUaty 

HUSH, my babe, my darling, and close thine eyes in rest, 
The sunset glow is fading from out the golden west. 
The little birds are twitt'ring among the leafy boughs. 
And homeward from the meadow now lowing come the cows. 

The summer winds are lulling the dewy flowers to sleep ; 

The little lambs, all tired with play, have sought the mother sheep. 

One fair, bright star is shining far up in heaven's blue. 

And sweet, pale, silvV}' moonbeams make fairy paths for you. 

Under the mystic radiance lieth the peaceful land, 
And asleep is my babe, my darling hushed by slumber's hand. 
And while through the calm night watches the beautiful star-eyes peep, 
May the angels o'er my little one, their loving vigils keep. 

L. Blanche Norton. 


A child, more than all other gifts 

That earth can ofifer to declining- man, 

Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts. 

— JVordsworfli. 


The True Tale of Juliet II. 

NCE upon a time there was a queer little 'possum and her 
name was Juliet II. Poor Juliet I. had been savagely eaten 
up by Romeo, who left little as a memorial of her beauty. 
Juliet II. lived in a funny wire house in a great, gray build- 
ing. Long Jim took care of her and fed her meat, bread 
and apple cores. She loved apple cores and she loved Long 
Jim, and every morning watched for his long coat. 
Many strange people visited Juliet II. and tried to make friends with her. 
but she only showed her sharp, white teeth and would not ever eat what they 
gave her. 

"Now, Juliet," said Long Jim one morning, "what do you suppose is going 
to happen to you today?" But Juliet could not suppose. 

"Well," said Long Jim, "you are going to another school where there are 
many little children, and they'll be good to you. They may leave the door of 
your house open sometimes, but you must not go out ; the janitor might catch 
you. He caught a mouse once, and that was the end of the mouse. Now, re- 
member, Juliet. Good-bye!" 

Pretty soon some little boys came and put Juliet II. and her house in a 
wagon. She went through many streets 'till she was at last in a large wooden 
building with many children gathered round, staring at her and calling her 
queer names. But after awhile they all went away and it was very still in the 

Juliet II. tried the door of her house. It was unfastened ! She forgot what 
Long Jim had told her about the mouse, and squeezed out. First she jumped into 
the waste basket and played with the bits of paper ; then she got into some of 
the desks ; and then she looked out of the window and saw a man with a broom. 
He must be the janitor Long Jim had told her about. Juliet II. was dreadfully 
frightened. She rushed all over the room, for she had for- 
gotten the way back to her house. Then she heard a noise 
and thought the janitor must surely be coming after her. She 
gave herself up for lost, and shed big tears. But her sobs 
were overheard by some friendly mice who ran to her in 
great excitement and implored her to hide in the organ. They 
showed her the way, and there Juliet II. stayed all night and 
felt lonely and miserable. 

The next morning the children went to her house. She 
was not there ! Juliet II. trembled, for she could hear the 

children, the teacher, and the janitor, searching for her. 

They looked in all the drawers ; they looked among a pile of 
chairs by the window ; they even looked behind the pictures ; 
but Juliet II. was nowhere to be found. There was only one place left — the 


organ ! Juliet II. hoped they would not think of that. Her hair bristled right 
up and her teeth chattered. If she only had obeyed Long Jim ! But it was too 
late! The janitor lifted the organ and the teacher pulled Juliet II. out by the 
tail, and put her back in her house and fastened the door ! 

After a while some boys came and wheeled Juliet II. to a place they called 
the Glidden school. Again there were more children, and another teacher, and 
another janitor! Juliet II. trembled and showed her white teeth for the janitor 
grumbled every time he came near her. 

After a very long time, all the children went home, and Juliet II. was left 
alone. She forgot about the janitor, and what Long- Jim had told her, and tried the 
door of her house ; but it was fastened ! How much she wanted to get out and 
run away. Could she push the door open ? ' She would try. She pushed and 
pushed, and at last it gave way. Juliet IT. was free! She found a door, but it 
was shut, and there was no room for a fat little 'possinn to 
squeeze underneath. Juliet II. began to cry. Then she 
tried to find her way straight across the room, but she be- 
came more frightened by the rows of desks. Suddenly, 
close to her, she heard the noise of a broom — swish, swish, 
swish. Juliet II. scurried underneath a desk. But presently, 
as nothing happened, she came out and climbed upon a 
chair and peeped over. The first thing she saw was the 
janitor dusting the desks. His back was turned and beyond 
him was an open door. Juliet II. got down very quietly 
off the chair and started running as fast as she could go, 
along a straight crack Ichind the desks. She whisked out 
the door and found herself in a large hall where there were 
some stairs. Down, down, down she ran and never stopped 
running or looked behind her until she got into a large room 
at the bottom. Juliet H. was verv tired, so she tlop])ed down upon some soft 
ashes there and shut her eyes. When she woke uj), the room was dark, and she 
was very hungry. She scamjicred around to find something to cat, but there 
was nothing but a pile of dirty news])apers and a can of oil. She tried to eat 
the newspapers, but they were so dry that she nearly choked, so she drank some 
of the oil, which was very cool and pleasant to her throat. Ihit she thought 
the taste was a little queer. Juliet If. now found a corner behind a piece of tin. 
This, .she thought, was a good place to hide in. For a long time she lay there. 
The children came down to look for her, and she heard the janitor turning over 
flower pots and scra])ing the ashes. The newsi)apers and the oil made her feel 
very miserable, so she lay quite still behind the tin. 

For several days Juliet II. lay there. Finally she heard the swish, swish 
of a broom coming nearer and nearer, and knew it was the janitor again. She 
looked at him wildly when he took away the tin, but she was too weak to run. 


"Well, here's that 'possum," he grumbled, and took her up and carried her 
back to her wire house. The children crowded around again and gave her 
apple cores, and even sent down town for a big piece of meat, but Juliet II. felt 
too sad to eat. She wanted to see Long Jim and tell him about the newspapers 
and the oil. That afternoon some boys carried her back to her old home in 
the great, gray building. Juliet II. was so glad to see Long Jim that she ate 
everything he gave her and soon forgot all about janitors and organ, news- 
papers and oil cans. Eleanor Troxell. 



THE fairest, sweetest flowers within the wood — 
Dainty hepaticas, pink, blue and white — 
Grew close beside a brook where the foam floats light ; 
With spreading arms on guard the old oaks stood. 
They first peeped shyly out in winter hood ; 
When the sun shone warm they tried to reach the light. 
Around each head the soft wind with delight 
Whispered. Then smiled each face in happy mood. 
When the long months of ice and snow are past 
Spring's sunshine warms the wintry heart again. 
And come love's happy sunbeams flitting fast 
On golden fluttering wings and there remain. 
Then purest thoughts awake within the heart, 
Like flowers of spring — that blossom and depart. 

Annie Nelson. 



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Sonnet to a PeobL 

HE ROUGH and jagged granite stone 
P>om parent rock is torn, 
And down the torrent without n-.oan 
It, toward the sea, is borne. 
Through journey long it oft is tossed 
From place to place without design, 
Its surface smoothed, the roughness lost. 
We find a pebble in the meadow stream. 
We're even so — all tossed and torn 
And hurled we know not why or how. 
Is it Design or mere blind Fate? 
Or do we reap what we have sown ? 
Through pitfall, trial, and deep mourn 
The shapeless soul comes to its own. 

J. A. H. K. 



ID fading tints on 

,-on far western height 
The sun gives o'er his reign to evening shades. 
In wooded hills and glens the twilight fades ; 
The moon takes up her peaceful watch o'er night, 
Flooding the streams and lakes with shimmering light. 
The whispering winds pass through the shadowy glades. 

Cooling the heated highlands and the plains ; 

While insects break the stillness of the night. 

Fair summer night, thou friend of all mankind. 

That shifts the thoughts of earthly toils and cares ; 

Thou builder of the body and the mind 

That calms the heart that grief and passion bears, 

To thee that bringest rest to Aveak and strong. 

Should all the earth give praise and thanks and song. 

H. W. Pepper. 


Song of tne Lark 


RUDE and Inimble daughter of the soil, 
At early dawn with sickle in thy hand, 
Whilst dewy slumber lingers o'er the land 
Thou goest forth to an ignoble toil. 

What then with joyous passion thrills thee so. 
What lifts thy lowly being to such heights 
And brings to thy new wakened soul delights 

Unknown to thy mute Brother of the Hoe? 

'Tis but a lark whose mellow, radiant song. 

Re-echoing through a heart which, like its own, 
Is tutored but by nature's art alone, 

Emotions stirs which to a god belong. 

Though small the wisdom in thy peasant breast- 
Heaven hath in gracious recom])ense thee blest. 


Song of tne Pioneer 

(a whitman lyric.) 

ERE you a pioneer? 
Were you here the first year? 

Did you walk in the street, knee deep in mud on the Crimson Days? 
Did you tramp the town hunting for some place to live, 
Begging the people to give you something to eat? 
Did you go to the meeting of the N. I. T. A. through the rain? 
Were you here the first year? 

We were here the first }'ear. 
We were strangers to each other. 
The students were strange. 
Dr. Shoop was strange. 
The building was strange. 
The streets were unpaved. 
The walks were unfinished. 
The rain fell in torrents. 
Boarding houses were not open. 
We ate at the Glidden House. 
Then we tried the Bush restaurant. 
Then we persuaded our landlady to give us breakfast. 
We ate luncheon at school. 
We ate dinner where we could get it. 
Those were strenuous times. 
We were here the first year. 
We were Pioneers ! 

What do you know of hardship? 
Your first year here the streets were paved. 
We had the foot bridge. 

There were three boards in the sidewalk when you came. 
Mrs. Dunleavy had a boarding house. 
There were rooms to be rented. 
You were not a Pioneer ! 

What do these new people know of hardship? 
The bridge, the broad brick pavement, ; 


The street car to the very door. 

Two elegant carriages at command, — 

What if it does rain, what if the walk up the hill is long? 

You do not have to endure what the Pioneers did. 

You have come in a time of luxury — 

You are not a Pioneer ! 

There are only a few Pioneers left. 
The new ones jeer at our reminiscences. 
They do not understand the joy of recounting past troubles. 
When we say, "That first year we were here," 
There is a smile, they think they have heard all our stories. 
Little do they know. 
Perhaps they care little, too, 
Of the many things we have never told. 
Rubbers unnumbered have been lost. 
Hats blown away, all kinds of adventures we have had. 
Many interesting experiences are treasured in our memories. 
But they will never know. 

They do not appreciate that we are the only Pioneers. 
We were here the first year ! 


Song of Spring 

SPRING, her joy is bringing, 
The winds are softly singing 
A medley sweet of woodland tones, 
The brook's long hushed song 
Gurgles in dizzy gladness. 
The" days have lost their sadness 
And with a fluttering whir of wings 
The birds fly swiftly along. 

Mist from the hills is lifting, 

The feathery clouds are drifting. 

Across the sky of pearly blue. 

Green blades, with the breeze, are whispering ; 

The sun is the tree-tops gilding, 

Making a world bewildering, 

Fresh odors rise, where violets dwell. 

Sweet violets gleaming with dew 

Genevieve Zimmer. 

Tke Last Moments at Home 

MOTHER is calling for me to hurry down to breakfast. I can hear the 
dishes rattle and the chairs niove and in a moment I am awake and fully 
aware of the fact that the vacation is over. The ground is white outside 
and the cold wind comes roaring through the tree tops only making one dread 
croing back to school all the more. Finally, after much fumbling and hunting, 
I go down stairs carrying an arm full of things which I wish to take back to 
school, and a lamp whose chimney threatens to fall ofif at every step i take. 
When brother, sister, father, m.other and I get at the breakfast table no one 
seems to have much to say and everyone looks sober. 

Soon breakfast is over and the carriage is waiting at the door, i hurriedly 
seize mv satchel and bid good bye to mother and sister who, after seeing that 
I have everything with me, come to the door and watch me get into the car- 
riage. After much pulling and tugging father and I get the robes tucked m 
ancl after shaking hands with mv brother, we start for the depot. The wheels 
creak in the cold snow, making us shiver all over. As we go down the dnvewav 
to the road the last thing I hear is mother's voice calhng, "Take good^^care ot 
yourself Don't forget to write and tell us how you are getting along. then 
all is silent as we leave the yard but the moaning of the wind through the pme 
trees which stand tall and dark in the dim light of the early morning. We have 
a cold rouo-h ride over the frozen roads to the depot three miles away. When 
we reach it I get out of tlie carriage numb with cold ; but I forget the cold yes. 
I foro-et everything when I think of that last grasp of father's hand and his 
kind voice as he says, "Take good care of yourself. If you need anything let 
us know and we will send it to you." 







Auf \V^iedersenen 


guard these many years. 

IGH noon, and I stand alone on a small iron 
bridge at the end of a long winding street 
far from the busy whirr of the hot, hurry- 
ing city. The quiet houses stand silently blinking at 
the white, quivering street, still — so still and empty one 
feels he is in the border land of the fabled city, Auf 
Wiedersehen. Across the bridge and away to the 
south, across a small wilderness of billowy green and 
beyond a little ravine marked by cool, slender willows, 
is a tiny, limpid lake, smooth and clear — at rest in the 
shimmering sunshine. Beyond all, showing dimly 
through the haze of distance, looms up the weather- 
worn wall, the confines of this vast, silent land. Away 
to the west it disappears in the shade of deep, cool, for- 
est trees, darkly silent, not so much as a whispering 
leaf or a bird note — one is afraid to breathe for fear of 
disturbing the spirits there. And away to the west, 
against a brazen sky, looms up a gray and ancient cas- 
tle, partly covered with ivy. The windows are deep and 
dark and sunless. The Griffins, silently resolute, stare 
stonily out across the future, each from his separate 
post on the battlements where he has faithfully stood 
No pennant flutters from the turrets and not a dove 
is to be seen. Down the dull red path comes a lazy, fitful whirl of dust and then 
it, too, as if oppressed by the awful stillness becomes one with the quivering 

I cross the bridge with a longing that is half a memory of other days in 
other worlds. The hot bricks burn my feet. I heed it not. Beside me, suddenly, I 
find a friend of long ago, and, as on up the path we go, here and there we catch 
glimpses of those that have been missed from life long since, or have wandered far 
in other lands. * * * 1 slip silently thro' the doors with these ghosts of yes- 
terday. I see the old halls full of their old, old life, the kind faces of those 
who were my guides and inspiration. Past the echoing rooms I go. The dim, 
dark library is still and lonely and a chill creeps over me. I listen. Down the 
great corridors from the vast Assembly Hall is wafted the faint echoes of that 
timeworn song: 

"And so 'twill be when I am gone. 
That tuneful ])eal will still ring on, 
While other bards shall walk these dells. 
And sing your ])raise, sweet evening bells." 
Suddenly 1 am alone again — out in the blazing sunshine. A droning bee 
swings lazily Ijy, and beyond the curb comes the faint "cheer up" of a cricket. 
This is not for me, this is from the halls of memory. I am of the present — my 
wfjrk is beyond — out in the unheeding world. 1 turn about and softly steal away, 
fearful lest at the sound of a footfall the sweet memory dream may vanish. 

Edith A. Peebles. 


Our Road 

I SEE it far-off in my dreams, 
T5im~as a bird when it upward flies, 
A dusty gray xoad — how it gleams ! 
Zigzagging its way 
With a spirit gay, 
Trying to meet with a smile, the glad skies. 

I still hear the song of the bird ; 

In the velvet dust I wiggled my toes. 

And now the low tinklings are heard, 

Of the cow-bells so clear. 

Now afar, now so near. 
Thrilling the farm boy as homeward he goes. 

Along the road's rough broken edge, 
Brown-eyed Susans in ragged rows, 
In smiles nod their heads o'er the hedge. 

In long, careful curves. 

In sweeps and in swerves. 
Lush, soggy grass in luxuriance grows. 

But now all is changed for I see. 

Straight and unbroken — a harsh, rude line, 

A road that has lost liberty. 

With brick it is paved. 

No flow'rs have they saved — 
Of the hedge and its bloom is no sign. 

Yet more than in days of yore — 
'Tis a highway for seekers of wisdom, 
It beckons them onward before, 

With a vision of light, 

To a goal of delight, 
And it leads to a fair land of freedom. 

— Z. 

On Writing a Sonnet 

IT is on my heart and on my mind. 
(For I have studied many a poet, 
Both the ballad and the sonnet), 
That for a sonnet I must find 
A worthy subject of some kind. 

Not of love — that must be secret ; 

Or on friendship — I might lose it. 

Before this task I'm groping blind. 

Come spirit of Petrarchan days, 

Enjambment fair and rhyming schemes. 

A Junior, too, can write sweet lays, 

When he but has the proper themes. 

O words, O thoughts, O lines, O rhymes. 

You're lost, you're gone, a thousand times ! 

J0^ J^ 

Tke World is Too Muck 
Avitn Us 

HE world is too much with us," up betimes 
To get and give of facts we use our powers : 
"Little we see in Nature that is ours" ; 
'Tis brooks, and maps, and charts, and measuring lines, 
Hieroglyphs, and cabalistic signs, 
Pasteboard, paper-pulp, putty, salt and flour, 
And stucco to be worked with by the hour, 
Till continents are turned out while one grinds. 
Ye gods, wlio dwell in sylvan shades, rebel ! 
Ye nymphs and maids who sport in ])urling streams. 

Come forth ! and call again unto your shrines 

These indoor devotees of wood and dell, 

And bid them find in hill or plain such themes 

As make the soul expand beyond set lines. 

— 155— 

Saturday m a Club 

HE breakfast bell, a general scramble, a dreadful din as 
the girls "quietly" tell one another how they intended to 
rise early and study — another vigorous ring and the last 
loiterer enters. Everyone devours his meal and after- 
wards swallows a chapter on digestion. But this day is dififer- 
ent from five out of the week. All humanity moves with 
a slower pace. There is a lingering around the breakfast 
table; the jokers joke; the speakers speak; the hummers hum; the thoughtful 
forget to think, for it is Saturday. We listen to Irish stories about Mike and 
Pat ; the slow old is dragged forth ; suddenly we find ourselves 
traveling on "A Slow Train Through Arkansas." 

After singing "Italia, "' "]\Iy Girl From Dixie," "Carry Me Back to Old 
Virginny," some of the girls go to their rooms ; windows are opened, "that the 
surrounding neighborhood may te warmed." Brooms and dust pans play ac- 
companiments to the stirring music from below. A few girls move sadly down 
back stairs with their week's laundry under their arms to renew their acquaintance 
with the four-legged goddess of industry — the washing machine. But upstairs 
there is quiet and study until music again floats through the balustrades. Sud- 
denly the tune changes and the studious are aroused by thunder from the musician 
of the club. By the last clap of the clapper the places in the dining room are filled 
and if Mrs. Ruggles had looked in she would have said that a herd of wild cattle 
had been let loose. All is fun and frolic and if anyone becomes offended at a 
joke, it is repeated a second time and perhaps a third until the offended can appre- 
ciate its true merit. 

Dinner over, some of the girls go shopping ; others find their mending baskets ; 
all try to study part of the afternoon but there is a restlessness and a desire for a 
little excitement. All collect in one room, where oil stoves, chafing dishes, milk, 
chocolate, doughnuts and sugar are brought forth from hidden corners. Soon 
stuff is boiling. A "pow wow" is called for, under direction of Old Witch, two 
lines formed. 

"Put your right foot out. 
Put your left foot out, 
And turn your body about. 
Ki yi, ki yi," etc. 

This part in the comedy is reached — 

"Put your ugly mug in. 
Put your ugly mug out " 

when the door opens, a face appears, the door closes. That is sufficient. All 
know the cause and with smothered laughter resort to the kettles where candy 


is ready for cooling. But the tafify pull comes with girls on the bed, girls on the 
floor and girls in every one else's way. At five-thirty a giggling line of "starving" 
girls usher themselves into the dining room. 

By seven o'clock all quiet upstairs, every one seeking the aid of Minerva. 
Spirit of unrest still wandering around the corridor. Half past eight, gentleman 
caller downstairs, girls jealous. Three girls decide campaign, seek aid of others; 
carpet slippers in order ; one stealthily glides downstairs, returns with hat and 
coat. Garret ransacked, shoes — number fourteen — carpet, sofa pillows, an old 
comforter, gorgeous ribbons, cotton. With diligence and muffled giggles they con- 
struct a man. 

How much a man does hold of comforters, sofa pillows, pieces of carpet and 
then looks slim ! At last a George Washington complete. It takes three of the 
stoutest to raise the General to his feet. He is placed in a sitting posture, his legs 
a trifle lanky and bow-legged are crossed. Fifteen minutes lost in laughter. A 
man constructed in one hour and a half! Borne in state to the lower hall and 
given a seat of honor. 

Girls in room over parlor; chorister sounds "do"; songs sung — - 

"Once said a n:othcr donkey 

To her little lass, 
H you can't sing louder 

You can have no grass. 
Aw-e, — aw-e, — aw-e, 
Aw-e, aw-c, aw-e, aw." 

Still gentleman stays. Alarm clocks peal forth from stairway. Door squeaks. 
Great confusion. Ghostly? Oh, no, ir.uch laughter. A spread in honor of illus- 
trious guest. Poor statesman dismembered ; funeral in the near future ; all cor- 
dially invited ; look for notice on bulletin board. Tired girls, no lessons. 

Gr.\ce Montgomery. 

— 157- 

Our Ne^\^ Year s Holiday 

EW YEARS is the time 

When men o'er the world believe 
In merry jollification, 

And we couldn't quite conceive 

Of mixing fun with study, 

On that day of the year; 
And not to have a holiday 

Seemed just a little queer. 

So we entered a petition 

In the N. I. S. N. S., 
Asking for a holiday, 

Did we have a doubt? Oh, yes — 

About its being granted. 

For the catalogue said, "No, 

New Years is no holiday 

And you to school must go." 

As Dr. Cook was absent 

This petition we had made. 

The faculty read it over — 

Then on the shelf 'twas laid. 

This did our ardor dampen 

And our plans seemed going wrong; 
But our grief was all uncalled for. 

And we should have sung a song. 

For Dr. Cook returning 

Did the proper thing, 
And granted our petition 

Just the very first thing. 

Do you think this made us happy ? 

Consider, then the date. 
The day we asked for was the first — 

'Twas granted three days late. 

May Sechler. 

— 158- 

AiVortny of Mention 

ERTAINLY humanity owes a card of thanks to the milking stool, 
but in all the realms of three-leggedness there is nothing 
more serviceable than the bulletin board that stands near the 
office door. Is it paradoxical that who attends to everybody's 
business should have such a reputation? Never mind — it is 
true and don't you know that it isn't what one does but how 
he does it that counts for good or ill ? 

General exercises were disturbed one day by a mournful strain from an 
uncertain direction. Dr. Cook sent Mr. Parson down to the gymnasium to ask 
the intruder to delay piano practice until the noon hour. Mr. Parson reported 
that there was no one in the gym. Mystery deepened. Finally it appeared that 
the mourning came from the Senior Horn, which on hearing Dr. Cook mention 
the class of "naughty-three," had given vent to its loneliness. We're glad to 
say that it seems to be in the best of spirits now, and we believe that for the 
most part it has enjoyed the year. We assure the alumni that no pains have 
been spared to preserve it and we hand it down to the Juniors with not a single 
name obscured. 

Through the earnest efforts of Dr. Shoop shades of delicate hue have been 
hung at the auditoriiun doors. Our orators can now hear themselves practice 
without being seen by the multitude, likewise the amateurs who put on the 
Senior plays, have been saved tlie annoyance of spectators during the rehearsals. 
Up to date tlie head janitor is the only person who has been caught peeking. 



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A Winter s Morn 

WINTRY morn that hath in beauty dressed 

The rough brown earth we knew but yesterday 

And covered each bare lawn and rugged way 

With this white robe spread o'er her sleeping breast, 

How sweet to be assured this is but rest, 

Not death in joyous nature and decay ; 

That after this will come warm, happy May, 

And birds will sing again at her behest. 

Hearts have their winter, too, their cold and snow. 

When every flower of joy bows low its head, 

Then good it is to trust, look up, and know 

That joy but sleeps, that hope cannot be dead, 

That it will spring again within the heart 

That truly loves and acts a noble part. 

Jessie R. Mann. 


PUREST truth that in all things doth dwell, 
Thou who to mortal seldom showst th}- face. 
Hast made this world a nobler dwelling place. 
And fought accursed sin since Satan fell. 

Sometimes is jointly heard thy lingering knell. 
While earthly passions do the heart embrace, 
For all the world thou set'st a godlike pace. 

And all the sordid darkness doth dispell. 

Come thou to men and be a cleansing light. 
And purify their wicked souls with thine. 

Thus lead their wayward, wandering steps aright. 
So make the light of heaven round them shine, 

That they may have the purest, holiest sight. 

And know of Him who dwells in man, divine. 

Alwyn Baker. 


Tne Departure of the 

Y THE shore of Normal Lakelet, 
By the silent, slow Kishwaukee, 
At the east door of the Normal, 
In the pleasant summer morning, 
The Good Doctor stood and waited. 

All the air was full of gladness, 
All the earth was bright and joyous, 
And before him thru the sunshine, 
Homeward toward parental dwellings 
Passed in joyous crowds the students, 
Passed the students homeward going, 
Laughing, singing in the sunshine. 

Bright above him, shone the Griffins, 
Level spread the lake before him ; 
From its bosom leaped the bull frog. 
Sparkling flashing in the sunshine ; 
Glad that now its trials were over. 

From the brow of the Good Doctor, 
Gone was every trace of gladness, 
As the fog upon the river, 
As the mist iipon the meadow ; 
For he saw as in a vision. 
Some thumb marks upon the glass-doors. 

Down the marble hall, the Long Jim, 
Came with mop and pail, the Long Jim ; 
From his rev'ry roused the Doctor. 

"They are going, O my Long Jim, 
On their long and distant journey. 
To the portals of their parents, 
To the regions of the home love. 
But these marks they leave behind them 
On the floors and on the glass-doors. 
See that these are washed and brightened, 
See that these are cleaned and polished." 

Forth unto the depot went he, 
And upon the platform stood he, 
Bade farewell to all the maidens, 


Bade farewell to all the young men, 
Spake he kindly, spake in this wise: 

"You are going, O my young friends. 
On your long and distant journey; 
Many moons and many winters 
Will, perchance, have come, and vanished, 
Ere you come again to see us. 
Listen to my words of warning, 
Listen to the truths I tell }'ou ; 
It is only for your profit 
That I tell you to be social. 
You must be of others careful 
When you in the big world travel, 
Ne'er forget what I have told }ou 
Of the social acts and customs." 

Then into the carriage stepped he, 
Turned and waved his hand at parting. 
Said, "Farewell," unto the students, 
Said, "Farewell" to all the students, 
And they answered to him, "Farewell, 
Farewell to )ou, our Good Doctor. 
We will listen to your wisdom,. 
We will heed your words of warning, 
For we knov/ how much you love us. 
You would guide our lives and footsteps 
In the paths of right, our footsteps. 
We shall ne'er forget our Doctor; 
How he led us on to wisdom, 
How he made our paths so pleasant, 
In the fair, bright morn of school time." 

Besse Rowley. 


The Adventures of Micnael McClusky 
on the Normal Campus 

(Reprinted from the Hoaiig Ho Journal of Physical Culture.) 

THE following story is told by one, Gus Bjorksonberg, living in a small 
village twelve miles north of Stockholm, Sweden, who proudly states that 
he is a second cousin of Michael McClusky's wife's aunt who resided at 
Baikalinsky Center, Siberia, when last heard from. Those desiring a more de- 
tailed description of this man's life should address the aforesaid Gus Bjorkson- 
berg, Stockholm Rural Free Delivery, number nine. 

On the afternoon of October 21, 1869, while Michael McClusky was out 
making biological observations, he saw a strange looking spot in the sky off 
in the northwest about the size of the moon when viewed through an opera 
glass. After watching it for some time, he climbed a tall date palm which 
stood near, in order that he might get a better view. After watching for a short 
time he saw that the cloud was whirling and soon it appeared to be as large as 
a full grown currant hush twenty feet from the eye of the observer. Just 
then a small, but very powerful, whirlwind started to pass through the trees be- 
low him, filling the air with leaves and dust. For a while McClusky could 
hardly cling to the tree he was in, but soon the whirlwind had passed and was 
hurrying on to the east playing havoc with every loose object that lay in its 
path. In the lull which followed he had time to catch his breath and add to his 
nature notes : Large drove of anteaters seen swimming on the lake : large 
bunch of ostrich feathers seen floating down the Kishwaukee ; cretaceous whirl- 
wind seen on the Tributary. 

While he was writing he felt that something was wrong, yet he could not 
just see what the trouble was for the trunks of the red cedars and mahogany 
trees were all parallel to the trunk of the date palm which he was in. After 
scratching his head a few seconds he became impatient and. whipping out his 
watch, he tied a string to it and made a plumb line which he dropped to the 
ground. Instead of the plumb line dropping parallel to the surrounding tree 
trunks it seemed to drift about forty degrees to the north. McClusky became 
angry at this and gave the line such a yank that he nearly lost his balance and 
caused a large bunch of dates above him to come rattling down through the 
branches, knocking off all the centipedes and snowy owls that chanced to be 
in the way. Looking up to see where all of the strange procession had come 
from, he saw that the trunk of the tree he was in pointed directly at the mag- 
netic pole of the North Star. 

He had hardly taken in the situation when there came a crash that made the 
whole atmosphere vibrate and caused myriads of cocoanuts to fall from the 


towering palms of the surrounding forest. Then for the first time McClusky 
was reminded of the cloud which he had seen in the northwest. In another 
instant a blast of wind drove against him with such force that he was torn 
from the branch on which he sat and whirled through the air with terrible 
velocity. As he looked around him he beheld sights which were strange and 
terrible. All kinds of objects were wiggling and twisting and writhing and 
whirling till the whole atmosphere seemed a reeling mass. There were tin 
pans, bulletin boards, flamingoes, polyhedrons, birds of paradise, society ban- 
ners, opossums, banjoes, goats and various other things of widely differing 
physical properties and chemical compositions. 

While McClusky was hurriedly taking in the wonderful panorama of which 
he was a part he suddenly felt something pulling on his fingers, and there to 
his great surprise, he found that he still had hold of his plumb line. The line 
soon began to pull harder, and looking down McClusky saw that he was di- 
rectly above the lake. As near as he could make out there was some strange 
force beneath the surface of the lake which was pulling him downward. Soon 
the great storm had passed and McClusky fell into the lake with a splash so 
terrific that three sturgeons and four snapping turtles came to the surface ap- 
parently dead. The instant he struck the water some hidden force at the other 
end of the plumb line began to tow him around the edge of the lake with the 
velocity of a full-grown freight train on a perpendicular track. Round and 
round tore McClusky and his submarine steed until finally the whole lake began 
to whirl like a great top. McClusky claimed that this rotation kept up for 
fully half an hour, when the velocity became so great that he was hurled 
from the water. The centrifugal force was so terrific that he revolved around 
the lake several times in mid air. Then by some accident he suddenly flew out 
about fifty feet farther from the edge of the lake. Before he had made another 
revolution the plumb line whirled around a large tree. What took place next 
was a blank to McClusky, but when he came to he was surrounded by a large 
group of Juniors, some of whom were giving him advice and the rest were 
making laboratory drawings of a hammer headed shark which must have weighed 
at least eleven tons. 



The Way Ter Walk 


OME one 'quired 

Lazy? Guess not, 
'Jes tired, 
Clean worn out. 

Cayn't sit straight, 

Ef I tried all day. 
Won't 'sagerate, 

Wasn't built that-a-way. 

Curv'ture of the spine? 

Yur jest a-foolin' me. 
'Sonly a way to recline, 

Laigs, crost at the knee. 

Better way did you say? 

Wal, mebbe thar be. 
But somehow in my day 

Doesn't 'gree with me. 

You see, I'm old, 

And rheumatic they say, 
My spine doesn't hold 

Up my back the right way. 

But a young chap like }0u, 
Orter hev a back bone, 

That, whatever you'd do. 
You'd stand up alone. 

Makes me jest wild 

To see them young chaps. 
Like a weak little child. 

About to collapse. 

Too bad you're a-goin'. 

But I hope all m}- talk 

Will set you to knowin' 

The right way ter walk. 



At Evening Time 

O you know, its mighty ciir'ous 

How one feels this time of day, 
Away out here in the country 

With the smell of the new-mown hay ? 

When all is so still and quiet, 

And I smoke in this old arm chair. 

And the faint breeze a-blowin' 
Just ruffles my old gray hair. 

The moon peeps over the forest, 

The stars one by one come out ; 

And I watch the fireflies' glitter 
i\.s they fly all round about. 

It's a time when your feelins' soften 

And harsh things said through the day 

Come crowdin' into your mem'ry, 

And they won't be brushed away. 

And somehow or other you wonder 

If your life's what it ought to have been ; 

And things long since forgotten 

Steal back and force their way in. 

And yet as you sit and ponder 

While the breeze comes through the air, 
The silence of night gathers round you 

And the stillness seems a prayer. 

It's surely the time for reflectin' 

God gives to us, every one, 
When the hurry and work are over 

And tlie toil of tlic day is done. 

Melissa Mae Ditch. 


Blue Mond 


HAT melancholy day has come, 
The saddest in our ken, 
Of useless bluffs and woeful flunks, 
And vows renewed again. 

On this, the first day of the workaday week, we open our eyes upon a 
world of darkest indigo. Everything is bedaubed with the dismal shade. Even 
our dreams of the night have been haunted by the elfish tricks of the little blue 
imps that now have us in their power. Reproving glances from unopened 
books follow us about the room until we fervently wish we might invert the 
law of gravity and send these accusers spinning, spinning out into space, never 
to return. Hie world is cruel and hard — there is no doubt about it. Then the 
troublesome thing called conscience, glad to hit a fellow when he is down, lets 
fly a few slings and arrows and our wounded feelings are a sight. It is a day 
of humiliation — a day when we rise in recitation to falter forth, "I don't know," 
and then sink feebly and disgracefully tack into our seat with our frightened 
gaze still glued upon the teacher. Vainly seeking relief, we finally stare in 
helpless abstraction out the window at the long stretch of dreary gray land- 
scape, waiting only for the sharp tingle of the classroom bell to give variety 
to our misery. But the long day at last spins itself out and now that it is over, 
we sigh with the inconsistency of youth, "It might have been worse," and re- 
joice that the burden has tumbled from our over-burdened shoulders. Life is 
liveable once more and we may sleep the sleep of the exhausted and dream of 
a golden tomorrow. 


In Dreamland 


DREAM on the heights of to-morrow, 
I Hve on the level to-day. 
Now which is the better, the real or the seeming. 
As onward I pass in life's way? 

I am queen in my castle in dreamland ; 

I must toil in my prison to-day. 
But the light from my castle above me 

Brightens the darksome way. 

I can bring from my dreamland castle, 

With a touch of magic wands, 
The brightness and warmth and love-life 

And fill up empty hands. 

So my double and I live happy — • 

He works in prison for me, 
While I, the queen in the castle. 

Watch him pityingly. 

Sometimes he is tired and weary ; 

I bring him to rest in my home. 
While I take up his burden 

He bravely carries alone. 

So I make my dreaming the being, 
And live in the warmth of the ray 

That comes from my sun on the hilltop — 
Life's future brought down for to-dav. 

Maude Mitchell. 





LASSMATES, leave me here a little while, as yet 'tis early morn ; 
Leave me here and, when you want me, toot upon the old class horn. 

'Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the bluejays call — 
Tinted gleams about the upland flying over Normal Hall. 

Our stately hall that in the distance overlooks the quiet town, 

And the slow and sluggish river to the northward ghding down. 

Many a morning on the campus did we hear the copses ring, 
And the lark and robin thrilled us with the glory of the Spring. 

Many a morning on the foot-bridge did we congregate together. 
Bent upon a bird excursion, all regardless of the weather. 

Many a morning in the springtime, just before our Junior Day, 
Did we break our peaceful slumber and to practice go straightway. 

Oft the grandstand there was crowded and the echoes far and near 
Came and passed and round us rang with their message of good cheer. 

There in sports we met our neighbors, sometimes won and sometimes lost. 
But every lesson duly learned and worth the effort that it cost. 

Many an evening in the twilight did we stroll along the street. 
Talking, laughing, chatting gaily, till we reached the Freshman seat. 

Many an evening by the lamplight, far into the solemn night, 
We the words of "Rosy" pondered till their vision dimmed our sight. 

Many a night when weak and weary, after hours of study time. 
Have we sat and pondered dreary, grinding out a theme sublime. 

Hark ! my classmates now are calling, sounding on the old class horn, 
And mem'ries dear, like echoing voices, far on wandering winds are borne. 

Come saffron tints from out the westward, gleams of red and purple 

Brightening all the landscape over with their rays of mystic wonder. 

Let them fall on Normal Hall, make a halo soft and bright. 

And through long years of earnest effort be a symbol of its light. 

Mabel Carney. 
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You are teaching school. You enjoy teaching school. Oh, yes, you do 
enjoy it for it is an ideal occupation — so much depends upon it — your 
influence is so great. Teachers control the universe. But you are tired 
to-night — your skies are gray- — -Johnny had a spell to-day — the superintendent 
visited you — your star class did poor work. You are tired of yourself. You 
seat yourself in the easy chair before the cozy grate fire and settle back with a 
feeling of luxury which is earned only by hard work. How comfortable you 
are — how good it is to be at home! The swish, swish of the wind through the 
tall pine trees, the drift, drift of the snow against the window pane, the cheery 
crackling of the grate fire, the fluttering shadows on the wall, the drowsy 
blinking of the cat and the friendly tick, tick of the mantel clock cast a dreamy 
spell over you. After watching the leaping tongues of flame, tracing the fate 
of various fire sparks and following the shadows checking the walls, you fall 
into that blissful state of half cohsciousness — you are aboard the reminiscence 
train. Something in those ever-shifting shadows and weird fire pictures accel- 
erate the speed of your train driving it far, far along old time's track into the 
past with its delightful scenery viewed from points of memor\', going through 
clay after day without stopping until it reaches the station known as Normal 
Day. Here you demand that the train move slowly, for you must live over 
again those dear old days, "those happy days when you were so miserable." 

So your dreams begin. You are again a Normal student, a Senior hurry- 
ing up that new l)rick pavement to a first hour recitation with the wind challeng- 


ing a combat. It would be so much easier to walk against the wind if you 
could swing your arms, but you won't do it, no, not for worlds, when it makes 
Dr. Cook think you are just out of the quadruped stage. Finally you reach 
the south door, the south door, remember, and carefully remove your rubbers 
under the critical gaze of the man in a white coat and hurry into the coat room. 
As naturally as of old, you enter that great chatty, old coat room with its 
long rows of familiar coats and hats. It is a cozy, friendly place where you 
and your friends exchange "news." You stick Ethel's cap in your own coat 
sleeve that she can not hurry off without you at noon and then that purple 
ribbon in the corner, you tack on Myrtle Perry's sleeve just for fun because 
she is such an ardent Ellwood. You have a little time to spare, so you move 
condescendingly up to the radiator to hear the Freshmen tell their tales of woe, 
sputter about their "everlasting paper pulp maps" and threaten the great things 

that they intend to do to the con- 
ceited Juniors. After lining up 
in front of the mirror to give 
your side combs the proper tilt, 
you march into the hall. 

The hall has its attractions, too. 
There are the smiles of the prac- 
tice children spinning its length 
and the noisy group which sur- 
rounds the barometer reading the 
pressure until finally they realize 
that the pressure will be greater 
unless they move on. You can 
nod a happy good morning to Dr. 
Shoop as he saunters along with 
his dust cloth, for you removed 
your rubbers and you have "kept 
ofif the glass." Once in the hall you are again living the life of a student in such 
earnestness that you pass familiarly from room to room and regardless of time 
or number of recitations a day, you go without intermission to some sixteen 

You enter that scrupulously neat white laboratory with its carefully arranged 
apparatus, seize the laboratory manual, and proceed to perform your experi- 
ment, waiting until it is completed to think about it. The time of vibration of 
a pendulum is estimated without regarding the size of bob, or amplitude of 
vibration, a cubic centimeter of mercury is at last accurately weighed after ten 
times that much has led a wandering course over the floor. But affairs always 
straighten out for in that laboratory is a systematic worker who does wonders 
in a short time and after all vou do not mean to be so awkward and dense and 





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you are sorry to cause the man with the "patience of Job" so much trouble. 

Growing nervous with handling sensitive weights you stroll down the hall. 

Passing an open door your attention is attracted by a gorgeous map. That 

artistic salt and flour map of 

North America draws you into 

the geography class. You like 

this class for you do so many dif- 
ferent things. Here you are a 

visualist to such a degree that 

seven dots mean the state of Illi- 
nois, a pan of sand the Niagara 

region and a quart of water a 

flood. You learn to estimate dis- 
tance, for you really know the 

length of a rod after pacing the 

campus three times on a windy 

day. You leave that class firmly 

believing that there is a reason 

for everything and wondering 

how a woman with the earth on 

her mind can be so cheerful. 

The very next room is the History room and here you arc thrilled, for the 

History lessons work up a climax. 
Before us dramatic performances 
add force to the climatic ten- 
dency, for during the accounts 
of Charlemagne's coronation, we 
watch a pair of tlninil)s twirl, 
hut witli Charlemagne's under- 
takings to unite the Germanic 
tribes, a chair is scraped back- 
ward and a man arises and when 
finally with Charlemagne's con- 
trol of the pope, the professor is 
mounted on the corner of his 
desk, impressing the meaning of 
our words by a vibrating fore- 
finger. ,\long with all this delv- 
ing is the humorous man to make 

by-gones spicy, a shrewd reader to tell whether you have read over the lesson 

and a helper to stimulate your wandering thoughts and wabbling reason. But 

"you must not tarry longer with that." 



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You cross the hall to the Biology room and here with two pages of classi- 
fications to learn and a packed fish to disect you are well aware of nature's law 
in regard to the struggle for existence. The grade book shows the law of 
variation and a few beaming faces show that survival of the fittest. But you 
become "adapted" and by the persistent and energetic work of the leaders, your 
eyes are opened when you arc taught to love nature, to understand the doctrine 
of evolution, some of those vague questions gnawing at mind and soul are 
answered. And when you have caught the spirit of things and are "in harmony 
with the universe," you thank the people who opened the gate so that you could 
pass into this great sympathy. 

The music room is on the third floor, but you do not mind that, for there is 
a strong magnet pulling you upward which is more powerful than the force of 
gravity. Drawn to this height you are rested and "chirked up" by the rare 

atmosphere and become invigor- 
ated by a response to this en- 
vironment. Here you feel accom- 
plished, for you can doubtless 
sing the key song accurately, you 
can beat time emphatically, read 
music by taking your own time, 
hum and write the melody of 
America and one thing you are 
sure of — the law of the key of C. 
You go to your Arithmetic 
class and here you enjoy mathe- 
matics, for the man presiding 
over it enables \ou to see sober 
facts in funny lights and to stand 
off and laugh at yourself for 
multiplying ten apples by five 
boys and dividing forty-eight seats by six rows. But you are cured of this trick, 
for you are led to see that "cents multiplied by cents equal square cents, but all 
cents are round." Reason is the chief characteristic of this place, for your every 
statement is followed by a terrible why and time and again you are hopelessly 
cornered and left to wiggle out as best your scattered wits will allow. But the 
best part of the reason is the reasonableness which pervades the place, for this 
establishes a standing sympathy and saves you from being buried under "roots" 
and "powers." 

In the reading room you give vent to your feelings or to some one else's 
feeling. A persistent lady stimulates your imagination and fires you with enthu- 
siasm so that you feel dreadfully wicked or sublimely good just as the occasion 
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on the Rialto, or with downcast facfes and quaking knees you portray the agony 
of Lady Macbeth in her midnight walk with such seriousness that the emotions 
of your classmates are so touched that they give way to — laughter. Again you 
flatter Touchstone by giving his 
words more weight than a jester 
is capable of and so out of sheer 
sympathy, your classmates hold 
their faces straight. But you do 
not mind, for a feeling of sym- 
pathy pervades the place and 
you are spurred on by a master- 
ful inspiration. 

In the sunny Geometry class 
you glow with good feeling, al- 
though your imagination must 
still be stimulated. Your mental 
condition is variable, which im- 
der the influence of a patient 
trainer approaches an under- 
standing of Geometric figures as 

its limit. With closed eyes and abated hreath, you try to image something that 
has no length, no breadth, no thickness, only position, and then you inscribe in 

.startlingly small segments, travel 
hopelessh' along indefinite lines 
and are tangent to all circles but 
that of reason. Indeed the only 
thing that you do which you 
should, is that you never meet 
your parallel. But you are not 
hopelessly lost, for a little woman 
with a twinkle in her eye, pushes 
up her sleeves and comes to the 
rescue, sympathetically brushes 
the "cob webs from your mind" 
and proceeds by "an indirect 
method" to make light out of 

The Psychology class tempts 
you, for it is here that you get 
your stock of jokes and listen to the tales of the antics and adventures of Colum- 
bus, and now and then to stories of the expressive actions of dear, little Mary 
Lee. If only you could hear more of that wee lady! Once in a while you pity 


yourself and feel abused thinking over what might have been your accomplish- 
ments if only your ancestors had understood "child development," but on the 
whole it is a relief to have some one upon whom to shift the blame. Here you 
are forced by the masterful mind before you to observe, to reflect, to reason and 
to judge. Naturally you set these powers to work on what is before you, so you 
observe the man, reflect upon his great mental power, reason as to how he 
obtained it and decide that it is no wonder he is bald headed. 

After thus vigorously exercising your mind, you fly to the gymnasium to 
exercise your body. You love this old gymnasium, for it is a grand old place 
and you run its length with a sense of freedom. Here you have capital fun, for 
you haul unceremoniously the apparatus from the corners and spurred on by the 
efforts of Tiny Zummer and Dorothy West, you swing yourself the length of 
the ladder. But this place is a field of chivalry, for here 'midst fluttering ban- 
ners of white and gold and the 
rousing cheering from the side 
lines, you helped defeat the 
fanious Alumni with the noted 
Heald at their head. But occa- 
sionally you enter alone with a 
downcast face and limp pitifully 
to the little room at the renr. 
Then you are in search of the 
school doctor, the practical nurse 
and sympathetic comforter all in 
one to cure a blinding headache, 
treat an aching back, relieve a 
painful throat or thaw a frozen 

Dear to your heart is the 
roomy drawing-room where yon 
settle into a chair and adjust the desk to fit your comfort, and then what works 
of art you bring forth, landscapes are painted with cloudless blue skies, straight 
symmetrical trees, winding roadways and queer fences ; houses and barns are 
constructed with paper and paste; your friends 3re sketched and dresses and 
shirt waists are designed. But greater results than these take place, for the quiet 
little artist with her exquisite taste, instills in you a sense of the beautiful by 
keeping before you beautiful things. To the effectively hung pictures, soft, 
restful tinting and cupboards of dainty china of the room she adds the beauty of 
character that speaks in her quiet m.anner and shines in her clear eyes. 

Room twenty-nine has a three-fold charm. You gather here to discuss the 
proper way of managing a school, from the treatment of a boy with a temper to 
adjusting the window shades to the comfort of all children's eyes, from the 




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ethical value of a comfortable seat to the fatal effects of fatigue upon the 
memory. Then the responsitility of school teaching! And the dangers coming 
from a misstep on your part ! Why, you may spoil Henry's disposition by simply 
"nagging." You are spurred on and encouraged to attempt this great task by 
the patient and unceasing efforts of one who has a high ideal of the work of a 
school master. 

In this same room you carry on your study of evolution — the literary devel- 
opment of the race ; and here as in Science you find that "Ontogony recapitulates 
Phylogomy," for children love the crude b^allads just as their early ancestors 
did. You follow the adventures of Robin Hood upon the highway or in the 
"good greenwood" and here it is that your muth belabored themes are picked 
hopelessly hut not heartlessly to pieces. With what sighs you unfold them! 
And how skeptically you look upon the brilliant decorations ! Indeed the air, 
laden with poor thoughts, mis- 
spelled words, cast off phrases, 
unheard of English, superfluous 
semicolons and choppy para- 
graphs, would be unbearably 
oppressive but for the fun em- 
bodied in a quiet body behind the 
desk, whose laughing blue eyes 
are a sun dispelling the clouds. 
Again you f-^ll to studying char- 
acter, calling forth the three steps 
of judgment and decide that her 
motives are for your good, her 
actions are sincere and the result 
is that you love her. 

And it is in this room, too, 
that your "mind estranges itself 

from itself, as it were, that it may set itself over against itself as a sjiccial object 
of attention." And the- practical philosopher liehind the desk lets you nnuldlc 
yourself up that you may straighticn yourself out. lUit with what kindness and 
respect your crude efforts at defining ])rinciple, philosophy and science are 
accepted! You are spurred on to become a true social being, to make the most 
of the present and to see good in everything by the working ideal before you. 

Oh, you defy anyone who says Latin is a dead language as again you mount 
two flights of stairs and come to a room to do more climbing. You climl) over 
six conjugations and five declensions, over Caesar's great conquests and greater 
constructions, over Cicero's thrilling orations and characteristic letters and over 
Aeneas' wanderings and misfortunes. Yes, by diligent work you sprechen 
Deutsch to "beat the Dutch," but still \()ur climling is not done, for through 


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two large brown eyes a soul beams upon you and by its serene calmness, its trust 

and its earnestness, stirs your inner nature and sets you climbing not over but 

upward. ^ 

Now you enter a most mys- 
terious place, the Grammar class, 
and the niystjry is that it is 
neither dull nor dry. Here you 
make your own definitions and 
after forming definitions of a 
sentence, attribute, or adverb 
with the aid of nothing but your 
head, how powerful you feel and 
how free from an old Grammar 
book ! But the method is not all 
the charm for there is woman, 
not tall but with stately grace 
who is the "subject" of much of 
your thought and around this 
subject gather many attributes 
and your mind imconsciously 

shows that the relation between the attribute womanly grace and the subject in 

mind is a positive one. 

Your study periods you 

spend in the study hall but how 

do you spend them ! Oh, your 

conscience pricks when you think 

of that tempting, misused hall 

where ycu sometimes "doubled 

up," where you "infringed upon 

the rights of others" because you 

were not always a "strictly social 

being." You hear the echoes of 

3'our whispers yet. "What if 

they were multiplied by all in the 

room!" Sometimes you did per- 
form the proper function here, 

though, as when you had an 

Algebra lesson to get in fifteen 

minutes or a map of Illinois to 

draw in five and then you could shoot the people in the opposite corner who are 

echoing your past performances. 

You rush into the busy old library, fly into the stack room and hunt dili- 


gently for a Frye's Geography for two long seconds and then go for help. In 
an instant the book is in your hand and you feel cheap that you did not look in 
the geography section and again you flounder hopelessly in the catalogue for 
all the biographies of Lincoln. Once in a while you enter that library when you 
are not in a hurry and you saunter back to the magazine rack and carefully select 
the lightest reading there and settle down in the nearest chair. At last your 
gaze fixes upon the two people who are unceasingly at work, the little brown 
one bustling around, mounting her ladder or adjusting shades and the other 
checking up stacks of books. How patient and faithful they are ! Oh, you 
never will keep a book overtime again, or take it without charging. 

Then there is that little room where you have sat while your program was 
cheerfully made cut with every conflict skillfully avoided, you have stood there 
while a doubtful excuse was ex- 
amined and here you have begged 
for class plays and the use of the 
society hall. In fact it is here 
that all the knots of school life 
are straightened out from the 
financial difficulties of the Senior 
class to soothing the overwrought 
minds of the Freshmen. Then 
what would you do without the 
accomm.odating little woman who 
smooths your path by typewrit- 
ing your outlines, keeping cor- 
rectly all your grades, hunting 
up your friends and caring for 
your lost property. 

But you have saved the best 
for the last, the stately old audi- 

torivmi where you, your fellow students and the row upon the jilatform are 
thrilled by Addison or the fate of the "Little Tin Soldier." Here you fearfully 
obtained your sole knowledge of Astronomy l)y stretching your imagination and 
briskly moving from earth to stm ; }'ou "heard tell of the moving glaciers, 
morains and eskas and here you finall\- solved the (jucstion of the Japan-Russian 
war. Here midst the fluttering banners of green and purple, Perseus became a 
Glidden and a Junior so disrespectfully donned your school garl) and dashed 
around with exactly your gait. And here it is that bravely and tearfully you 
met for the last time with the friends that have grown so dear to you, that you 
receive your certificate and start upon an ui)liill i)ath — alone with sweet 
memories. Alice Davis. 


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(With apologies to James Whitcomh Riley.) 

WHERE'S a girl a-goin', 
An' what's she goin' to do, 
An' how's she goin' to do it, 
When Normal work's through? 
Faculty says they don't know 

What we're comin' to, 
An' the girls say they're just skeered 
Clean — plum — through ! 

S'pose we'd te a teachin' 

In our own home school, 
An' the pupils misbehaved 
An' didn't keep the rule, 
Faculty says they just think 

That would be a sin ! 
An' the girls say they just know 

Then they wouldn't grin. 

S'pose we'd just be tryin' 

Our very best to teach 
A mensuration problem 
Way beyond our reach. 
Faculty says the children 

Might find it out! 
An' girls say, "More'n like 

We'd all sit down and pout." 

Landy ! if we only knew 

It would just come right 
In the far ofif somewhere 
Just beyond our sight — 
Faculty says they are sure 

We'll all pull through, 
An' girls say they don't know 

But by and by they'll see. 

But where's a girl a goin'. 

An' what's she goin' to do. 
An' how's she goin' to do it 
When Normal work's through? 
Faculty says they don't know 

What we're comin' to. 
An' the girls say they're just skeered 

Clean — plum- 



A Tribute of Love 

IT IS customary to submit the manuscript of these pages to a process of red 
inking. 'Twixt thee and we and the gate post this page is smuggled in. 
We take Hcense, in this open, underhanded way, to acknowledge our debt 
to the goddess of this department whose red ink is always so mixed with good 
will that it carries no sting. The efforts that have made the department possible 
have been inspired by her gentle smile, the merry twinkle in her bonny blue 
e'e and her indescribable way of making a body wade boldly in. keeping his 
eye on the high-water mark. 


A Tribute and an Aspiration 

AL,L the world is kin. In a thousand ways plants are like animals, beasts 
resemble men and all men are brothers. A decided mark of our kin- 
ship is the imiversal desire to express wliat is within us, an impulse to 
go and tell it. Listen to the frogs down in the pond. The dog is barking at 
the moon. The chill wind whistles down the chimney the story of its wanderings. 
The sea moans over tlie wreak it has made. The trees are singing of the svtmmer 
time to come. In the Art Institute in Chicago hangs a picture of a group of three 
women. One, a brawny woman in home-spun work-clothes, her back to the 
observer, is telling a bit of neighborhood news. Before her is a sweet-faced 
mother with a babe in her arms and her countenance all compassion for the 
unfortunate 'one. Beside her is another who is so eager to run and tell the story 
that she can scarcely wait to hear it. Through her all the town will know it and 
know it worse than it is. The impulse to go and tell it has full possession of her. 

The same tendency that makes the gossip, when turned into a worthy channel, 
produces noblemen. Saul of Tarsus arose from the Damascus road with a burn- 
ing desire to tell his experience to all the world. All the world is better because 
he obeyed the impulse. 

It has been our privilege as students, some of us for two years, some for 
three, to sit in the class-rooms of men and women who are inspired with zeal to 
tell to us the best that schools and experience have taught them of life. In part by 
words, more by deeds and most through neither words nor deeds alone but 
through the subtle indefinable influence of a true teacher over a pupil, have they 
given the best of themselves to us. 

Now we leave our teachers, each to go to his own little nook, there to tell. 

through what he does and what he is, the things that he has learned. We have 

not come up to the stature of our teachers. We have not learned all the lessons. 

Probably we shall not be able to tell all that we have learned. Few of us shall 

tell it as well as it has been told to us. But we can make sincerity and good 

will characterize every effort. May the universal tendency to go and tell it ever 

impel us to tell only what is best and to tell it with the ever increasing strength 

that is born of kindliness and earnestness. _ ^ „ 

Mary I^uller. 
























Seniors return, two weeks ahead of time, to teach in the Practice 

They find the Tudor Clulj locked ; they betake themselves to the 

Mary Lee very popular. 

Quilting bee at Miss Jandell's. All tongues and fingers. 

Would-be teachers gloat over their woes. 

Believe themselves martyrs. 

Take long walks to while away the lonesome time. 

Mr. Farr and Mr, Althouse — rivals. All the steadies are comfortably 
ensconced at the Kilmer ; the pretty girls at the Benson 

Spreads and company entertnined in the parlor — frequent indul- 

The new teachers sigh for home-made cooking. 

Catalogues are sent to the new students. 

New walks are planned for. 

The early arrivals just begin to unpack their trunks. Sunday a 

homesick day. 
Some Freshies come early to engage boarding places. 

Dr. SIioop gets the building in good order. 

A new student takes Miss Brant for one of the faculty. 

The town prepares for the coming of the students. 

Old students make the best of their last days at liome. 

Rain leaking in torrents from the sky. 

I'^all manifesting itself; brilliant colors on bush and tree. 

Students on the train; anticipate the joy of school life away from 

Gala day. Club stewards hustling; reception room crowded; green 

Fresliies galore. 
The fatal malady, homesickness, catching among new students. 

School life not so hard after all. 

llatless girls and capless boys, out gazing at the sunset. 

New Student, "J liave no vacant hours; 1 s])en(l them in the library 

looking up psychology references." 
First Sunday away from home; weeping and letter-writing. 

Mail boxes crammed. More students, .\nuu,il address on "keep off 

the glass." 
Solemn ordeal of getting into line at Ceneral ICxercises ; Mr. Parson, 

(he general. 
Comforting address on nostalgia. The clouds lift a little. 















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"What are you? A Glidden or an Ellwood?"' 
Major Andre hung; 1780. 

Faculty tile into the Tudor Club dining room. Terrible quiet ; sud- 
den table manners. 
Silence in the Addition. 

The eventful beginning of a course ot astronomy in General Ex- 
Getting our bearings in the universe. 

More manners at the Tudor Club. 

Woe to the students who can not define a circle. 

Students can not aspire that high ; unable to soar to planet Mars. 

We eat in big circles, walk in space and sleep 

Saturn in Capricornus. 

We drink from the big dipper. 

Students inspired to write orations on the constellations. 

The royal road to astronomy leads through the forest of geometry. 

What is astronomy ? Mathematical geography, physics and geometry. 

The W-Y"s rise to the occasion. Another Waterloo. 

Our limited vocabulary enriched ; a new name for the Grade Book — 

Star gazing and solemn meditation. 

We try using a plumb line. 

We hitch our wagon to a star. 

Expressions fitting the time — Great Jupiter, by the magnitude of 

We conclude that "horoscopistry" is more interesting than palmistry. 

Topics at table: "Was the moon wet last night?" "Is Mars in- 
We have acquired the ability of prophesying the weather. 

Sunday meditation. 

New meanings for old words : Normalites — normal lights — the stars 

in the classes. 
Dr. Cook is our "guiding star." 

Miss Ferron attempts verse : "Stars are frolicking like lambs in 

the sky ; the moon is one vast smile." 
Mr. Parson takes a look at his house. 

"The spacious firmament on high" a grander hymn than ever. 

Night for ghosts and goblins. All the sheets of the Addition have 
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Recuperation. Hallowe'ensters recover. 
Blue Monday. 

Election of contestants. Gliddens and Ellwoods walk around in 

solenni groups. 
The Contest — a never-to-be-forgotten event. Ribbons and banners 

gayly floating. 
Treble Clef make their debut ; give a program of negro melodies ; 

everybody enraptured. 
Miss Milner on her throne — the step ladder. 

Macomb plays against De Kalb ; we beat. 

Jupiter sets at four this morning,, but nobody sees him. 

"Those brain-taxing theme days — those awful dread theme days." 

The Gliddens believe in fresh air — a meeting held in open air as in 

days of old. 
"Fergit what did." 

Mr. Baradell is not satisfied with Mr. Lohr's ability as an artist and 

attempts improvement of it. 
Biologists usurp table talk with the bare condition of the trees. 

Mr. Keith tells a story. 

One Indian Summer day. 

.\stronomy has given way to ethics. 

Mr. Page declares that John .^dams "stood for forty years." 

Why does Miss Zeller walk the ladder so much in the Gynmasium? 

Signs of life among Gliddens. 

Hollow anxious looks seen on face of debaters. 

A (ilidden ,Mceling at last. 

.Sa1)l)alh meditation on Tlianksgi\ing day. 

Practice scIidoI children hear al)()Ut rhanksgi\ing. 

Hcbatcrs try to lind out what their (|uestion means. 

Th.anksgiving. Rows of tables in the halls. Strong tempt:ilion to 

swipe apples. Rush to depot. 
I lome and turkey. 

Debaters read the library through. 

I'oot ball scrapes; rumblings and grumblings. 

Peace again. 

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Flinch and Pit and left-overs from Thanksgiving. 

i\ journey to Mars. More about Jupiter would I know. 

The order of the universe at present is : Mumps, measles, chicken- 
pox, doctors and mustard plasters. 

We enjoyed another one of those good times at Dr. Cook's reception. 
Like an oasis. 

Blessed Saturday with plenty of snow. One gay and giddy girl finds 
that the Kishwaukee ice is very thin. 

Every one at church — as usual. 

Indigo-tinted Monday. 

O, Fudge! 

Cold, colder, coldest, which is very cold. 

Nothiu' doin'. 

Double v-i-c-t-o-r-y for Ellwoods in Basket Ball tonight. Score: 
Girls, 5-3 ; Boys, 8-7. 

Society meetings galore ! Excitement runs high. Rooters develop- 
ing. Contest coming. 

Quiet and peace again "Just for today." 

Dr. Cook to Miss M- 

who is leading the Ellwood Song: 


little too slow, is it not?" "Oh, no; we like it so." 
Seniors and solemn conclave of the O. W.'s. And on a school night. 

too! Now, what do you think of that? 
Fifth hour finals this afternoon. It means scratch and cram for a 

couple of days now. 
The Gliddens triumph in the cor.tett. But the Ellwoods' "go" is still 

in inverse ratio to result, 6-t. 
Home — Mother — ^Good times — Turkey — Xmas. 

The faculty repair to their own vine and fig tree on Locust street. 

Looked the home place over. Exerything natural. They have the 

same old cat. 
On the go. 


I really believe all my Christmas shopping is done. 

"[ wonder if little Zimmer'll hang up her stocking to-night? Wish't 

I was goin' to." 
Christmas Day. De Kalb deserted. 

"Yes, isn't the time horribly short? Only ten days." 

Our last Sunday at home for three whole months. Callers. 

Back to work again. Proofs that nostalgia is eliminated. 

"O, it's easy, it's easy." Most of the faculty are enjoying a trip 

to Springfield. So are we. 
"Dear me ! there's a big dance at home tonight. The college folks 

are still there and — here am I." 
Big doin's in the Addition. Also eatin's. Benson bugler sounds 

taps at 12 "eggsactly." Hurrah — 1904. 































































Red Letter Day — School. Miss Farley reads from Les Miserables. 

No Glidden meeting. 

Everybody good. 

Dr. Cook signs the petition for New Year's holiday. 

Far-reaching financial panic. Gliddens work on their debt problem. 

Mr. Crocher's virgin speech. 
"Isn't Miss Nelson a bright girl, though!" Mr. Shea. 

Excitement in the laboratory. Miss Cusator "blown up." 

Teachers come out in scrim collars — handiwork of Madeline Wade 

Mumps at Shafer Club; victims, Miss Norton and Miss Thompson. 

Pancakes, standard breakfast food at Clubs. 

Tiny took a tumble down the library stairs. 

Robin Hood worsted in combat with Will Scarlet and Midge the 

In Geometry Cla^ss — Miss Fahrney : "It's so because I said so." 

We are tagged like boys in a Ijicycle race. Dr. Cook announces that 

Girl No. i8 and fioy No. 5 ha\en't paid their term fee. 
Dr. Cook's nightmare — Normal School rumiing away. 

Alumni Basket Hall game, h'aculty Reception, where boys win great 

glory in serving. 
New l^oy : "How often do them bells ring?" Old Boy: "One, get 
, ready ; two, go; three, get out ,and four, get ready to get out," 
Miss Parmelee late to General Exercises to-day. 

Mr. Page Ix-gins with the creation of the world to settle the Japanese 

war problem. 
Jacob Riis tells us the story of the slums. 

General flunking. 

Ex])l()si()n in chemical laboratory, Belvidcre Basket Ball team 

beaten in our Jim — loo much gum chewing. 
No Glidden meeting. "Nothin' doin'." 

Sabl)ath quiet on the Campus, 

l^ilgrims of learning climb up the icy path. Great are the falls 

Dr. Cook'.s class plays "Simon says 'Thumbs Up.' " 

Miss Brant sings before breakfast, " 'Tis a beautiful da\' to be glad 

in." Blizzard follows, 
Dr, Shoop makes a raid on the dust in the hall. 

Elgin boys beat ours in the Jim. Crack players all riglit. 

No Ellwood meeting. 

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Everybody sleepy in geometry class — ^general stupidity — even the 

stars ignoramuses. 
"Did you see that box with the ground hog in it?" "Yes, but there 

was nothing but sausage in it." 
Horace Greeley born — ^i8ii. 

"Go to critique today?" "Yes. Mrs. McMurry objected to being 

written up." 
Mrs. McMurry, Miss Parmelee and Miss Simonson entertain the 

girls of the Ionian Society. 
Rockford girls. "Strawberry shortcake, blueberry pie, v-i-c-t-o-ry. 

Are we in it? Well, I guess; Normal, Normal, yes, yes, yes!" 

"Day of all the week the best." 

Interesting leap year notices in the paper. 

Miss Weller tells us what the world is made of. 

Miss Ostrom and her assistants are taken out for a bob ride, by the 

"Lost, strayed or stolen — a shoe ; whoever brings it back gives 

ten cents," Miss Brant announces at midnight. 
Mr. Nichols succumbs to slumber in the library. 

Boys play at Savannah ; a rousing game. 

Who sent Miss Simonson those twenty valentines? 

War to-day. Mr. Page becomes excited. 

Miss Crowder's favorite vegetable — the onion. 

I wonder how "Long" it will be before Cousin Charlie makes an- 
other visit to De Kalb? 
Col d — cold — cold. 

Mr. Parson inspects his house. Local oratorical contest. 
Our boys go to Normal where they are royally entertained. 
We read our favorite poets and dream dreams. 

Miss Weller reveals to us the mysteries of the ice world. 

Subjects of general discussion in psychology class: Mary Lee and 
Columbus Cochrane Keith. 

We hear of an Old Maids' party, before Xmas, given by Miss Strat- 
ford and Miss Milner. 

Basket Ball boys beat the Belvidere boys. 

Sycamore discovers that the De Kalb Gymnasium differs slightly 

from theirs ; our boys do them up. 
Miss Hosley takes advantage of leap year, proposes in all her bridal 

array and is gratefully accepted. 
Writing home and loafing. 

Mr. Lohr has assigned a lesson in chemistry for tomorrow, the ,30th. 
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The bulletin board of chief interest. 

Miss Norton meets Miss Wav in General Exercises: "A letter fiom 

Boys are given a close chase by Savannah, but come out victorious 

in the end. Girls carry away the laurels also. Leap year affair. 
Miss Kelly, the "white" Topsy at the Shafer Club. 

Mr. Thackaberry starts a spring medicine — molasses and sulphur, 

such as grandma prescribed. 
Seniors have a spell of working on their dissertations. Traces of 

agony. Juniors look scared. Freshies in sympathy. 
Mr. Page turns over a new leaf in history class. 

We hear of Baby Parson. 

An interesting magazine section at Dr. Cook's. 

Groans over St. Louis Exposition. 

More groans. 

Boys and girls take a delightful trip to Macomb to play Basket Ball. 

Day for quiet reading. 

Somethmg in the air. 

Mr. Charles' wedding day — we wish them much happiness. 
We get in tune for the state contest. 

Delegations from Macomb and Normal. Speeches in Gen. X. 

Hurrah for us. Miss Bryant's it in lllinoi-.i. 
Great excitement. School closes at noon. 

Seniors resolve to work at home on theses. 

Much anxiety as to whether the \alued manuscripts will be handed 

in on time. 
Dr. Shoop orders house cleaning. 

''We aren't going to ha\'e Jim any longer for our janitor." "Why?" 

"Because he's long enough now." 
The Shafer Club Goliath— Mrs. Devine. 

What the Russians give to us — the blouse. The Kimona is furnished 

by the Japanese. 
How lonesome it is in Dc Kalb. 

Seniors niinds thought empty. 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles on the train. Long processions of giggling 

girls. Congratulations, ilappy welcome home. 
Back again to our studies and work. 

Miss Higginbolham supplies Mr. Shea with sofa |)illows. 

A swell affair — Miss llemiing's face in (he first stage of mumps. 

Miss Nicholson has her l^osenkranz well seasoned. 
































Senior pedagogical dissertations due. 

Sweethearts — Mr. Barradel and Miss Carolus. 

Baked apples for breakfast and chicken for dinner. 

N. I. S. N. S. welcomes Miss Dillon. 

Mr. Crocker goes to breakfast without Mr. Lohr. 

Mr. Stiness urges the girls of N. I. S. N. S. to stand by the athletic 

Bright day. Mr. Rowley besieged by Seniors. 

Telephone busy at the Paisley house. 

L. R. Langworthy announces his readiness to do fancy darning of 

all kinds. 
Treble Clef sing at the Baptist church. 

"Sandy" Givens at General Exercises. Greeted by a rousing cheer. 

Mr. Switzer tells us of western experiences. 

Miss Baie takes charge of Miss Parmelee's geometry class. 

A charming little Mann accompanies Miss Hendricks to dinner. 

Best Basket Ball game of the season. De Kalb vs. Oak Park. Great 

victory for us. 
N. I. S. N. S. beats De Kalb H. S. at base ball. 

Baked apples for breakfast and chicken for dinner. 

Mr. Keith stars in Faculty-Normal ball game. 

Mr. Lohr goes to dinner without Mr. Crocker. 

Mr. Page asks Miss Alsterhund to forget it if she can. She assures 

him that she can. 
St. Louis exhibition on exhibit. 

Miss Stratford moves. 

Victory over Sterling in base ball game. 

Baked apples for breakfast and chicken for dinner. 

Same old story. Blue Monday. 

Mr. Caloway invites himself and the rest of the boys to the candy- 

All Addition girls envious of the Tudor Club girls. Roy takes them 

Messrs. Lohr, Crocker and Farr engage the services of Weller and 
Foster as modistes. 

Miss Rode ascends two flights of stairs. Maraschino cherries at the 

Naperville game. Score, 2)-2, in their favor. Our boys played a good 





























































































" 'Tis a beautiful day to be glad in. The violets budded today." 

Miss Foster and Miss Weller, modistes. Good taste, great ability. 

References, Mr. Crocker and Mr. Lohr. 
The "Cool Collegians" rush about the halls in a rather heated 

manner. "Are you going?" "Of course." 
The great event of the year! "Say, doesn't Mr. Lohr know he has 

pretty eyes?" 
Mr. Keith awakes and finds himself a matinee idol. Well, we're 

off for Iowa. Hurrah ! Goodbye. 
Eager expectancy at home. Great day in Iowa. Our girl wins 

second place. Eya niki sokos — ^! 

"Boys, boys, how we love our base ball boys." Delegation returns. 

"There's a hot time in the old town to-night." 
Sunday morning. Sleep and rest, write letters and talk, talk, talk 

of Iowa and "the boys" and "our girl." 
Most beautiful morning exercises. Iowa delegation talk and sing, 

"Our hearts are true ever to Illinois." 
Every one delighted to hear again of the trials and tribulations 

of Dodd, 
Mr. C. announces a meeting of the "Torpedoes" ; Seniors turn pale. 

Mr. Page announced to lecture on a new subject, the Japs and the 

Mr. Hatch, of Oak Park, gives us a delightful, illustrated lecture. 

Exciting liase ball game with Naperville. Don Kays becomes the 

hero of the hour. 
"Did you go to church?" "When did you get your 'Rosy'?" "Ah!" 

Mr. PI. in Genei'al Exercises: "Dr. Cook, why do people white- 
wash trees?" Dr. Cook: "Why, to make tliem white." 

"P)rother Harris' brow is dark this morning. We must have him 
whitewashed before he comes here." — Dr. Cook. 

Miss Farley goes on a bird Irip before Ijreakfast ! 

Superintendents in the office. Superintendents on the stair; 

Superintendents in the halls. Superintendents everywhere. 

Sterling College play our jioys at base liall, but the boys didn't 

Dr. Cook a grandpa. 

Advice from Juniors : Now put on your best duds. Seniors, and 

look wise. 
5 a. m.. Bird trip; i :io p. m., Tennis meeting; 3:05 p. m.. Critique; 

6:30 p. m.. Senior meeting; 7 :,?o p. ni., Treble Clef. 
Tennis court's in good condition. Everybody who gets a chance 

plays and the rest look on. 
Nature Study classes : "Up and away with Charles before the 

day has liegun." 
Seniors meet at Dr. Cook's at 6:30 and "have their noses (knowses) 

counted ;" 'tis a short process, however. 
Normal base ball team plays Wheaton College at Wheaton. 

"The only thing the matter with Sunday is that Monday always 
follows it." — A philosopliic h^reshie. 

Decoration Day and half holiday. Now, Juniors, get those psychol- 
ogy notebooks off your hands. 

"Gunpowder plot" meets; about June r,3 an explosion is anticipated. 
Beware I 

Miss spring s Letter 

DuLUTH, Minnesota. 

My Dear Editor 

I know not whether the time has passed fleetingly or slowly since my foot- 
prints led outward from those immaculate halls of the N. I. S. N. S. and I de- 
parted thence filled to the brim with that balm of wisdom intended for the 
untried and hitherto untroubled depths of ignorance which then seemed to 
abound in the world. Did I attempt to enumerate the number of the unsophisticated 
and the untrained I have led into the path of the "higher life" and to the "fountain 
of knowledge," I fain would say, "but the time has been so short" ; and were I 
to number the discouraging moments when the first step positively refused to lead 
up to the second, or the fourth to the fifth, or how often the whole five seemed of 
necessity to be taken in one spasmodic leap, I fain would say, "Commencement 
was ages ago." Perhaps, dear editor, it is harder to "stand by" alone than it is 
when one is surrounded by friends whose untiring patience, steadfast kindliness 
and inspiring example we never fully appreciated until we were without them. 

But since my battleground chances to be upon a "field of snow," where the 
end of the North Pole nigh touches a city called Duluth, I ffeel that it would not 
be amiss to say a word or two concerning those of its characteristics which im- 
press me most. 

What a paradise this is for the primary teacher ! What wonders can one not 
accomplish in primary reading when one has but to step onto a street car to 
meet a brave, valiant Hiawatha. 

"Pale and haggard, but undaunted. 

From the wigwam Hiawatha 

Comes and wrestles with the Moderns ; 

Round the street car spins the landscape. 

Sky and forest reel together. 

And his strong heart cjuakes within him." 
Somewhat tattered and torn by civilization, true, but still stolid, straight-haired 
and copper-colored enough for a type study. What inspiration would not come 
to you when you can gaze at the real red man in his canoe of birch bark, going 

"Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, 
. On the shining Big-Sea-Water." 

We have but to look out in our back yards to study the bears as they nose 
around for scraps and the cubs chase each other up and down the telephone poles. 
The deer, too, we can photog'raph as he stands a moment in the edge of the 
thicket, sniffing the air while deciding whether his morning run will be up Fourth 
Street or down Twenty-first Avenue East. 

— 198— 

"Dark behind us rise the forests, 
Rise the dark and gloomy pine trees, 
Rise the firs with cones upon them." 
Truly, this is Hiawatha's country. 

But the thing that fills the gap in every conversation, the thing that livens 
every monotony by its variations, is the weather. One day we walk through im- 
mense tunnels of snow and the next day we trip jauntily on the drifts that hide the 
trolley wires. Forty below is our average temperature and so accustomed do we 
get to it that on an occasional hot day when the mercury climbs to zero, we 
puff and pant in our linen dusters and ply our fans. This, of course, is winter. 
As for the summers, there is a much-worn story up here of the man who said that 
the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in Duluth. 

Seriously, Minnesota may have its drawbacks in the shape of weather which 
is not always relished by one used to a warmer clime ; and true it is that Duluth 
is a rapidly growing city with the usual conditions which are not exactly ideal ; 
nevertheless, it is good to come west and grow up with the country. 

But one forgets not for a single day Illinois and the N. I. S. N. S. 

Nellie Spring. 


Xne Year After 

A SORT of bitter-sweet, — this year in the same town with our Ahna 
Mater, — like bidding farewell to friends and places after a delightful 
visit, and then missing the train. Never more can we go to "General 
Ex." and each day sees us, at 10:15, trying, desperately, it may be, to teach that 
one-half equals two-fourths. We miss, too, a feeling of fellowship, because no 
one asks us, "Where is the Rosenkranz lesson?" or "When do our note-books go 
in?" As a sort of balm, comes the almost guilty feeling with which we take 
out a book or a magazine and know that the evening is ours to do with as we 
wish. Rut one of our lawful rights as graduates has been denied us. Never 
once can we say, with an air, "That's the way we did at Normal." And as to 
teaching, our little Normal School ideas are accepted or rejected in the most 
cold-blooded, matter-of-fact manner. The athletic events are our one refuge. 
We are enthusiastic rooters still, when we happen to get with the old crowd. Only 
when someone looks inquiringly at us do we realize that we are not known as old 
students to everyone, and we are conscious that we ought to be, in appearance at 
any rate, non-partisan. 

But what should we have done if we had had to teach in a strange place this 
year! No football games, no Hallowe'en party in the Gym., no society pro- 
grams, no contests, no basket ball, no base ball, and no club life, "no nothin'." 
Surely it did seem that we v.^ere getting more than gospel measure when we were 
again invited to Dr. Cook's home and enjo3'ed the same cordial reception as that 
accorded us as students. So this has been the year "after," and not the year "out" 
of school. Have we not been consulted as to how often it is advisable to cut 
Gym or General Ex? And the most unkindest cut of all, — as to the meaning 
of some obscure passage in Rosenkranz, or how to prove the Binomial Theorem ! 

Ida Van Epps, '03. 



—203 — 

Card of Thanks 

Xne baro manager desires to tnus 
puDlicly express ner tnanks to ner 
rrienas for tneir Kindness and loyal 
nelp in xurnisning >pvit during ner 
recent affliction. Notable among 
"wnom are: Misses Carney, Ivode, 
Alsterlund, Troxell, Montgomery, 
Cockfield, Ally, Mull, Adams, 
Brown, McLean and Simonson. 


Seniors Epitapns 

1. To the fond memory of 

LiLLiE Roth. 
Decease resulted from an exhaustive consideration of "In the Bryophytes 
the sporophyte is a parasite on the gametophyte. 

2. Here Reposes 

She of guarding fame. 
We only hope she dwells not with 
The ancient bearer of her name. 

3. We all appreciate her worth. 
Respect be paid to Fuller's earth. 

4. Here lies 

(')rville a. Tkaunicv 

"He put himself over against himself and couldn't get back." 

5 . Sacred to the memory of 

Maude MixciiELr,. 

She pined away for a — C — 

"The fairest flowers are plucked soonest." 

6. Hie jacet 

Makv TAiJurr. 

A basket-ball star, 
Tho' once she was with us 
She now is afar. 

7. Mk. lloiMi'.K 1'i;im'i:k departed this vale of tears on Oct. 33, 1903. 
I le dislocated his atlas while endeavoring to locate Jupiter. 


8. ^ In memory of 

Alice Green, 

Age 20 yrs., 13 mo. and 32 da., 

dau. of 

Mr. and Mrs. Green. 

' Demise caused by insanity from brooding 

over pathos of Casper Hauser's captivity. 

9. Jessie Rebecca Mann, 

Died from heart trouble brought on from a ner- 
vous shock at witnessing the murder of "Tabby." 

10. Sarah McLean, 

Died, April 27th, 1937, 

After a life-long fruitless quest of an answer to her N. I. ad. 

"Rest in Peace." 

11. . Here rests 

Jack Wiltsie. 
"A shaft from a bright eye laid him low." 

12. Hie jacet 

Edith Peebles, 

Aged 16. 
She fell into her voice and was lost. 

13. To the memory of 

Lydia Dearborn. 
The pencil of time slipped as 
she was drawing the Ground Hog. 

14. Mr. L. R. Langworthy, 

Died alone in his bachelor's apartments. He 
lost his last chance New Year's Day, 1904. 


Forgive, dear shades, this falling tear, 

Altho' we oft might wish you here, 

We think of your quiet, restful peace which ive lack 

And have no heart to wish you back. 


A Page from the Normal Dictionary 

Senior. [Lat. senior, conipar. of senex, gen. senis, old.] An aged person; an 
elder. ///. Tiny Zimmer is a senior. 

Junior. [Lat. contra, fr. juvenior, compar. of juvenis, young.] Less advanced 
in age than another, Eleanor Partridge. 

Freshman, [freshman] n. ; pi. Freshmen. One in the rudiments of knowledge. 

"He drank his glass and cracked his joke, 

And freshmen wondered as he spoke." 
///. Mr. Eck; 

Solemn. [O. E. solempne. O. F. solempn. L. solemnis, solemnis, solemnis.] Af- 
fectedly grave or serious ; as to put on a solemn face. ///. Frances McEwan. 

Professor. [L. a teacher; cf. T. professeur.] One who professes or makes open 
declaration of his sentiments or opinions. ///. Mr. Tearney. 

Glidden. Obsolete p.p. of Glide. [A. S. glidan ; akin to D. glijden.] To move 
gently and smoothly. ///. Glidden Society. 

Small. [O. E. smal, A. S. Smael.] Little in quantity or degree. ///. Alice 

Singer [A. S. singair, akin to D. singen. | ( )nc who sings ; especially one whose 
profession is to sing. ///. Mr. Shea. 

Freeze. [O. E. fresen, froesen, A. S. freosan.] To become congealed by cold. "I 
wish you students would freeze onto that." — Mr. Crocker. 

Ellwood — Der from Ell. and wood. Ell. [A. S. eln akin to Del, elle, O. H. G. 
elina, Icel. alin] the Eng. ell being 45 inches, the Dutch or Flemish ell 2"], 
the Scotch about ^i;^. Wood [(). E. wode, wude, A. S. wudi, wiodu.] The 
fibrous material which makes up the greater part of the stems and branches 
of shrubby plants. Ellwood — Little shrubs. ///. Ellwood Society. 

Cram. [A. S. crammian, to cram; akin to Icel.] To stuff, to fill to superHuity. 
///. Chemistry class. 

Great. [O. \\. gret, great, A. S. great.] Ver)- considerable in degree. \era Zel- 
ler is great. 

Athlete. | L. athleta, prize fighter. | .V wrestler, a contender for victory. A 
robust, vigorous person. Langworthy is an athlete. 



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OH, those examinations 
Which finish up the term ! 
Those awful questions they ask us 

To find what we have learned ! 
My heart thvmips like a trip hammer, 

My fingers tremble with fear, 
Perspiration breaks out all o'er me 

And I wipe away a big tear. 
At my right lies the gaping white paper. 

Huge questions loom up on the wall ; 
My pencil is chewed into splinters ; 

My kerchief rolled tight in a ball. 
I write but know not what Fm writing, 

I look but know not what I see ; 
Rack my brains as I will I know nothing. 

No, not so much as a flea. 
The class bell jingles a warning. 

The teacher jumps to his post. 
Our papers are snatched from our fingers, 

It's over — but I am a ghost. 
Well, here's to them when they're over ! 

But woe's to them when they're here. 
Those awful examinations, 

The brain-rending pests of the year. 


Who was the first orator? Ethel Bryant. 

Who was the first bluffer? Clara Smith. 

Who was the first jester? Mary Alley. 

Who was the first boss? Alice Garretson. 

Who was the first songster? Sarah McLean. 

Who was the oldest Senior? Tiny Zimmer. 

Who was the meekest man? Barradell. 

Who was the meekest woman ? Mae Wilson. 

Who were in the hole? The Gliddens. 

Who never talked in class? Birdie Barnsback. 

Who always went home early? Crocker. 

Who knew the law of the key of C? Shea. 

Who joshed the girls ? Tearney. 

Who reformed the English language? Edith Peebles. 

Who was shy of boys ? Bessie Dunn. 

Who was the hardest worker? Cora Lotz. 

Who was the most bashful girl? Grace Hosley. 

Who was the most boisterous man ? Langworthy. 


"She's <^o'r one. of the. ^vvo rntn in fhc rf.J.5.rtS. ]!! and est- fhc rcc^phon.hio] 
Mow ^iVlsij jusf puf f^afm your pipE..-5 and nmoke-iH Excu-5£We, p)6qf=>£.^ Imtq^i 
puf if in M6Lvr perfu/tie toff Its g.n(J ^m^H Irj 


Choice Bits from Our Future Writers 

Culled from Class Room Literature. 

She was broad and heavy set, having the strength of Hercules. 

There are three orders in Greek architecture, the Doric, the Ionic and the 
Corinthian. The Doric pillar is found in the Parthenon, the Ionic in Dr. Cook's 
and the Corinthian in the Temple of Jupiter. 

After I had enjoyed the exterior of the landscape I made a visit to the interior. 

This bird (red-tailed hawk) is said to have 582 stomachs, 376 of which con- 
tain field mice, gophers and other small animals; 126 contain small birds, while 
the 80 remaining are empty. 

You think only of the beautiful scene in front with the large weather vein on 
top the house. 

I set sail on the train for De Kalb. 

(Of the bas-relief heads in the Auditorium.) I have been learning their 

The farmer raises his vitals on his farm. 

Evolution is the modern theory to accomplish greatness and I think that each 
Normal student can require greatness if the proper time and thoughts are given 
to evolution. 

Stimulating high ideals in the child which can never be removed. 

(Referring to the removal of a marble from Athens and the substitution of 
a terra cotta figure. ) One of these marble figures was taken to the British Museum 
and was replaced by one of gutta percha. 

Chaucer was not backward about coming forward with his characters. 

She was seen wearing a red dress ; the skirt was made up of a mass of ruffles, 
white satin slippers, black gloves, a purple sash and yellow roses in her hair. 

The dog seemed to know that he had done wrong and would droop his tail 
and hang his head in a most forgiving way. 

One leaf, after a number of twirls, quietly loosens itself from the parent limb, 
not unlike the boy who is about to enter the world, tears himself from the parent's 
embrace, and slowly fluttered to the earth. 

By this time I had wiped my horses into a run. 

A valuable adjunct to the library is the librarian. 

And although they (unknown acts of heroism) are unrecorded, the heroine 
will receive his reward. 


A Grround-riog Case 

SOME people do bite so easy. 
Our genial friend, Mr. Hatch, thought to help the cause of science 

along. He accordingly had a box set outside the door and labeled it 

Miss Lydia, returning from lunch, was attracted by the conspicuous letter- 
ing and adjusting her glasses, read the placard. Her joy was unbounded. In 
greatest exuberance she exclaimed, "A ground-hog, I declare I How lovely ! I 
will have my class draw that this afternoon — box and all. Isn't it lucky he came 
out today? To be sure, this is the second of February and the day for him to 
come out. I am so glad he was caught." 

She came up closer, knelt beside the wooden cage and looked between the 
slats nailed over the box. On observing the links of sausage which had been 
placed inside, she cried astonished, "Why, I never knew a ground-hog ate raw 
meat! I must look up its history when I go up to the library." 

Another searching look and in dismay, she said, "Oh, it must have got 

Then we had six weeks more of winter. 



The Flunkers Cn 



UST before the bell rings loudly, 
Let me take a friendly peep. 
Let me catch a hint of something 

That will show mo to be deep. 

Let me dumj) this rescued wisdom 
( )ff upon the class book small. 

For if there it stands recorded 
Seven, — it fills my wishes all. 

Let me gallivant of evenings. 
Go to parties — stay up late ; 

All I ask is one last peep 

At my lesson — then face fate. 



To Whom it May Concern: 

Dr. Cook takes pleasure in recommending the following for the desirable 
characteristics given : 

Alice Green : Discourse on "The Rhyme of National Customs." 

A. E. Barradell : Original problems in Physics. 

Birdie Barnsback : Efficient work in reforming club-house etiquette. 

Rose Vatter : Getting information from the powers that be. 

Ethel Patchen : Concentration of thought shown in parted lips and 
fixed gaze. 

Ethel Bryant : Ability to conduct cross-examinations. 

Alice Bardmas : Skill in handling apparatus in the laboratory. 

Anna Mason : Promptness at meals. 

Homer Althouse: Proof against diseases common to children, having had 
them all while at Normal. 

Marguerite Nicholson : Seriousness. 

Alice Davis: Practical jokes. 

Genevieve Zimmer: Especially desirable where necessary to economize on 

Sarah McLean : A tripping step and confident air. 
Homer Pepper : Well seasoned verses. 
Mary Cusator: Versed in scientific Lohr. 
Orville Tearney : Abilities in a social line. 

Mrs. Kingsbury: A¥histling — 

"Girls that whistle and hens that crow, 
Will make their way wherever they go." 

Marvin Nichols: Powers of impersonation. 

Mauda Selliken : A happy care-free face — mirth bubbling over. 

Anna Hendricks: An air of extreme composure on all occasions. 

Mabel Alsterlund : A light, elastic tread. 

Edith Peebles : Successful efforts to enrich the English vocabulary, having 
secured the adoption of certain expressive phrases — formerly mistaken for slang. 

Ethel Coultas : Making faces. 

Ruth Plummer: Unflagging devotion to her protege. 

Florence Fahrney : Her experience, so rich in illustrative material. 

Miss Ter Langwortpiy: An appointment to meet Dr. Cook in the next 

Lepha AIcCleary: Remarkable intonation. 




of Lao 


A. M.— 

4:45— 4:49 

4:49— 5:49 
5:49— 7:03 




8:07^ 8:30 




P. M.— 



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-12 :32 

- 5:07 

- 5:51 

- 6:02 

- 7:13 

- 7:33 

- 8:53 

- I :o7 

- 4:45 

A. M.— 

6:45— 7:30- 

7:30— 8:00. 

8:00 — 8:10. 

8:10— 8:30. 


P. M.— 
12:40 — I :oo. 

I :oo — 1 :30. 

1:30— 3:10. 

3 :io — • 4:00. 

4:00— 5:30. 

5 :30— 6 :oo. 

6 :oo — 7 :oo. 

7 :oo — ■ 8 :oo. 
8:00 — 10:00. 

10:00 — ■ 6:45. 


Arise, bathe and dress. 


Bird excursions. 



Care for room. 

Walk to school. 

Recitations, laboratory work and blufifing. 

Enthused by sparks from the platform. 

More recitations, more laboratory work and more bluffing. 

Tidy the person. 



Walks, gossip and sports. 


Swap grievances. 

Exercise telephone. 


Write home. 


Heart to heart talks. Good night. 

Slumber, dreams. 


Arise, bathe, dress. 



Stroll to school. 

Observe mental development. 

Contend in brilliancy. 

Gain information in class. 

Self adornment. 



Watch processes of labor. Nudge minds. 

Swap experiences. 

Fancy work, sports, drives. 

Self adornment. 


Visit and swap jokes. 

Entertainments, social functions. 

Undisturbed recreation. 

* This time may 1)e spent in research work if preferred. 


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First Premise: Dirt is matter out of 

Second Premise: The following are 
out of place. 

Conclusion: The following are dirt: 
"Butter on the carpet." 
"Nonsense in Rosenkranz." 
Order in the Study Hall. 
Astronomy in General Exercises. 
Prof's clothes on a skeleton. 
Good lessons on Monday. 
Term fee paid on time. 
•Volunteers in General Exercises. 
A statement not introduced by 

Honor with library books. 
Reason in Geometr^^ 
Confining noise to the room rented 

for it. 
Nerve in the laboratory. 
Poetry in school life. 


Reverberating Ecnoes 

Make out a study program — program — gram — m — n — . 
Keep a bank book — a bank- book — ook — k — k — k — . 
Occupy what room you pay for — you pay for — pay for — pa — pa — y — . 
Liberty a bequest, freedom a conquest — bequest — conquest — be — con — e- 
e — con — n — n — . 

Social rights — so — so — cial — 1 — 1 — . 
Realize yourself — self — elf — f — f — . 
Morains — rains — ains — n — n — . 
Drift— ift—f—t—t—. 
Silurian — lurian — rian — n — n — . 
Russian blouse — bl — o — z — z — z — . 
Kimono — Ki — Ki — i — i — . 
Seventy Seniors — Se — e — n — yr — . 
One-half teaching — te — te — ch — ng — . 
City schools — ools — oo — oo — 1 — 1 — s — . 
Ten minutes to speak — eek — eek — k — . 





With a string and a crayon first circumscribe a circle about the mouse. Then 
inscribe a polygon within the circle and redvice the polygon to an equivalent tri- 
angle. (Precaution — Be sure to get the mouse within the triangle.) Drive the 
mouse into one of the three angles of the triangle. Collect him by displacement. 
Put him in a test tube, then pour on a ten per cent solution of Hydrochloric acid 
and boil until a red precipitate appears. Under these conditions and with this 
result, other things being equal, the mouse will bother you no more. 


First, procure a table (any size or shape will do). Before it place a straight- 
backed chair, upon which the individual is to be seated. 

Second, set before him ink, pen and paper and allow the student ten minutes 
to write a letter home. 

Third, give him three geometrical problems to work out, six biological draw- 
ings, two maps and an hour of Physics. 

Fourth, after this has been performed, put the patient to bed at ten o'clock 
and wrap up well. In the morning there will be a decided change for the better. 


Remove the victim's collar and shoes, place him in an easy chair. (A foot- 
stool will add to the comfort.) Place a set of encyclopedias on the left side of 
the individual and several different dictionaries on his right side. ()])en the text 
to the assigned place. (Sometimes it is an advantage to read over the review.) 
Read through the advance. (Do not expect to understand it the first time.) Un- 
derline everything that looks unfamiliar or estranged. The greater the estrange- 
ment, the more culture is possible. Seek to annul or assimilate this estrangement 
through various dictionaries. Read through the lesson again, allowing the mind 
to react upon the words. (Not too vigorously at first.) Underline answers to 
questions. Read answers aloud. Close eyes and rejieat them. Read the lesson 
once more, then if the questions can he answered without reference to the text, 
the victim has his Rosenkranz. 

J-L. Hlcmx^^xxiia- 5wijJL| BuL-laxxraAaxi joT. UL; AumwruLa. c^JUxcLmdOa-. 

Rules of Conduct for a Normal Student 

In Humble hnitation nf Ben Franklin. 
Precept of Order: That every hour of the day shall have its specific duty. 


The Mornins:. 

Question : 
to-day ? 

How much can I do 

f 5 ] Arise. Perform my ablutions. 
-j 6 J- Clothe myself. Cram on my most dif- 
[ 7 J ficult lesson. Partake of food. 

Peruse a few books in the library. 
Attend to the laws of proportion and 
perspective in the drawing room. 
Practice the methods of pedagogy up- 
on the tender ones of the practice 
school for a brief period. Listen to 
the words of the mighty from the plat- 
form of the great assembly room. A 
brief study of the Melanoplus spretus 
and the Anosia plexippus. 



Question : 
have I ? 

How much more time 

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The midday meal. Tidy my couch 
of repose. Search the dictionary for 
vmfamiliar words found during the 
morning. Read Kant for fifteen min- 

Vocalize on the scale of C. Take 
a trip to the world of Nature to medi- 
tate upon the fowls of the air and the 
y beasts of the field. Exercise my bodily 
strength in the Gym. Respond to 
cjuestions propounded in the class 

Question : 
done to-day? 

How much have T 






Wholesome conversation at the 
evening meal. Study the celestial 
bodies for twenty minutes. Ponder 
\- upon the weekly theme. Concentrate 
my mind upon pedagogical subjects. 
Thrust things under the couch. Re- 



^ 1" Troubled Dreams. 



4 I 




David and Jonatnan a la ''Emmy Lou 

BESIDES there was Billie. Virgil C. roomed with BilHe. At school they 
both sat up on the same big platform in the same kind of chairs. 

Billie's eyes were blue, china blue, and his shiny brown locks were 
parted exactly in the middle. A'irgil C. admired parts. 

After Billie and Virgil C. had known each other one whole day, Billie took 
Virgil C. aside as they were going home from prompt half-past five dinner, and 
whispered to him. 

"Who's your mos' nintimate friend?" was what Virgil C. understood him to 
whisper. Virgil C. had no idea what nintimate friend might be. 

"Haven't you got one?" demanded Billie. Virgil C. shook his head. Billie 
put his lips close to A'irgil C.'s ear. 

"Lets us be nintimate friends," said Billie. 

Though small in bigness, Mrgil C. was large in faith. He confessed him- 
self glad to be a nintimate friend. 

Virgil C. found that to be a nintimate friend meant to walk about the 
campus arm in arm, and he was glad indeed to be one. 

Things were very strange up at the big gray building. That one must get 
up suddenly when a bell rang was strange. And there was "General Ex." a 
strange and awesome place where one had to sit in a dreadful row on the platform. 
The very manner of classification of those who came breathed mystery. The 
sheep were separated from the goats, so to speak, the big girls all on one side of 
the aisle, the big boys on the other. The sheep and the goats stared so! Billie 
gazed at the sheep and X'irgil C. gazed at Billie. 

As time went on liillie seemed to know everything. In all the glory of it? 
newness IHllic brought his light gray, overcoat to school. Virgil C. looked and 
grew hot; he had no such ai)parcl. lUit a few short days and \'irgil ap])eared 
disciTetly swathed in a light gray overcoat. 

Yes, indeed, Virgil C. was "catching on." 

At the big gray Imilding it was quite the thing to be the owner of an auto- 
graph album called a "(irade Book." Ilillie's page in X'irgil C.'s book was a 
triumph in red ink. ' 

"William Crocker, 
My hand and pen, 
I will be good. 
But Clod knows when." 

And \ irgil's small lingers had penned with difficulty: 

"True friendship is a golden knot 
Which Angles' hands have tied. 
By heavenly skill its textures wrought — • 
Who shall its folds divide." 

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From tne Code Of HamumraDi 

Found oil a recently excavated stone in Egypt. 

IF a Senior be found who hath not high respect for Rosenkranz, a ban 
shall be put upon him and he shall be no more deemed wise or learned 
in the school wherein he sojourneth. 

If anyone be found groaning of the hard day's work or of the damp 
and windy weather, or of the statutes of the school, he shall straightway be 
given harder work to do, and those of more joyful mein shall look vipon him 
with scorn and shall say unto him, "The worst is yet to come," vuitil that 
his countenance shall change and become one of great joy, so that all shall 
marvel at the great light that is come into his face. 

If anyone shall continually forget to show himself at the Gym on the 
days appointed for him there, his shoulders shall become rounded, and he 
shall be despised for his weakly bearing and pale countenance. 

If an}'one shall forget the eleventh hour of night to keep it, but shall 
pursue his pondering until the early morning hours, he shall become pallid 
and hollow-eyed and shall be Aasited by gobHns of despair so that he shal' 
no more rest until that he repent him of his evil. 

If anyone be found who honors not his teachers or his critic teachers, 
he shall become a numskull and a castaway and be no more beloved in the 
school whither he is sent. 

If anyone shall kill a creeping thing upon the campus or flying in the 
air, he shall be troubled with stings and bites of divers creatures and shall 
no more be fit to behold the green of earth or the light of the heavens. 

If anyone shall blufT in his classes he shall be found in such disfavor 
among his fellows that they shall no longer find it pleasant to hold converse 
with him, l;ut shall point at him the finger of scorn crying, "Shame! Shame!" 

If anyone shall take rubbers that do not belong to him, he shall be 
seized by the Janitor and shall be made to give back fully that which he did 
take, even to the nnid which rested thereupon. 

If anyone be found to tell tales on his neighbor concerning his neigh- 
bor's Sunday callers, his own Sunday callers shall desert him and he shall 
sit within his own room desolate and alone. 

If anyone shall covet his neighbor's pompadour, or his neighbor's sharp 
pencil, or his themes, or his raincoat, or his voice, or anything that is his 
neighbor's so that he is late to his classes with looking upon them, the great 
C shall be denied him, and he shall no more enter into his teacher's favor. 

If anyone shall be found speaking in the Library at an unseemly hour, 
he shall be forcibly ejected by the ear, and shall no more be allowed to 
enter into that Hall of Silence. 

If anyone be found throwing papers on the floors, he shall be made to 
carry each piece, or|e at a time, to the office of the Great Pedagogue, who 
shall cause him to tremble and to wear a countenance of mourning for his 
wicked deed. 


Normal Students: 

Tlie following public spirited citizens liave aided ns by advertising 
in this Annual. Shoiu your appreciation by patronizing them. 












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HACK & ANDERSON, Chicago, HI. 
JAHN & OLLIER, Chicago, 111. 





Snaver s Transfer Line 


Baggage Transferred 

Phone 121 

Res. Phone 1 4jr 

Office: Holbinger & Snyder's 


You know 
nis place 


Painters and 

Paints, Oils, Glass, Signs 

dekalb, ill. 

C. L. Ckeney, M. D. 
Physician and Surgeon 

Cor. Main and Second Streets 
DeKalb, III. 

County Phone 97 Bell, Black 161 

I g to II A M. 

Office Hours-< 2 to 4 P M. 

' 7 to 9 F. M 

Hours-; : 



Gooil large rooms with all 
modern improvements 

J. B. Benson, Proprielor 
443 College Avenue 

dekalb, ill. 



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For Particulars Address N. I. S. N. S., DeKalt, Illinois 

Card.-, Engraved 

Fine Stationery 


The newest and best is nere at prices, quality 
considered, permanently loAver tnan elsewnere 

Tailor-Made Suits, Dress Skirts, Rain Coats, 

Jackets, Shirt Waists^ 

Dress Goods, Silks, Trimfnings, Hosiery^ Underwear, 

Gloves, Corsets, Handkerchiefs, 

Ribbons, Lace Citrtains, Fine Linens. 


One View 



will convince you that is the place to buy all 
Books and School Supplies, Fine Stationery, 
Latest Music, Musical Instruments and best 
quality Strings. Framing a Specialty. 

Kodaks and Supplies Both Phones 

149 Main Street 

No. 2702 

The First Hational Bank of DeKalb 

DeKalb, Illinois 

E. P. ELLWOOD, Pres. 

J. F. GLIDUEN, Vice-Pres. 

T. A. LUNEY. Cashier. 

F. O. CRE(;0, Ass't Cashier. 


J. L. Ei.i.wooi) K P. Ei.LwooD W. L. Ei.i.wofjn 

J. F. Cliduen J. H. Lewis 

Tel. no. 32 

Tne Exclusive Hat and Furnish- 
ing Goods Store is tne place to 
buy your hats, shirts, fancy vests, 
neck-wear and under-wear. A 
call will be greatly appreciated. 


Glidaen House Block 


Ne'er forget 

We will send all NORMAL 
SUPPLIES to you as gladly as 
"we ■would ■wait on you Kere.^^=-= 

The Brooks Pharmacy 

Do not live 
or die 



You owe it to your family to carry Life 
Insurance enough to pay doctor's bills and 
funeral expenses. You owe it to yourself 
to save a few dollars from each month's 
earnings for old age. I have a special 
proposition to make to you, STUDENTS. 

GEO. L TALBOT, Special Agent, DeKalt. 





lalty of 

es a specialty 






247 E, Mam St. 


Drugs, Chemicals, Perfumes, 
Groceries, Candies, Etc . . . 



Prescriptions a Specialty 

Two Registered Pharmacists 


We nandle 


exclusively and devote 
our whole time to that 
one line. Therefore we 
can serve you better in 
fit and quality. We also 
carry the latest styles in 
shoes. Our prices al- 
ways right. 

Blomquist Bros. 

DeKalb, III. 



Belding £y Smith, Proprietors 

First-class tvork guaranteed. 
Work called for and delivered. 

Bell Phone Black 51 
County Phone 11 

DeKalb, III. 

flolsmger &? Snyder 

Furniture, Wall Paper, 
Carpets, Rugs, Mattin'Z, 
Linoleum, Etc. % % % 

Cor. Second and Main, DeK.alb, 111. 


lo ICirchner s 




We serve the best Ice Cream in town. 
A full line of Stationery. 

Opera House Block, DeKalL, lU. 

Both Photies. 

W^iswall is^ Wirtz 

The Acknowledged Leaders in 


We wish to see you when in need of 
anything in our line. 
Picture framing a specialty. 

Both Phones. 

Subscribe for the 



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Opera House Bloek, DeKalb. III. 


CjLUIj pleasant rooms. 

Modern !nipro7'enients. 
Special acconnitoiiations for 
SiiJutner School Stutiefits. 

Dowdall Sisters have the 
HAX tnat you want 



See Mrs. L. A. Avery 
for Fine Millinery 


Atwood s — 

Dry (joods — 

On tne Corner 


Hack & Anderson 

66-74 Sherman street, Chicago 





Jahn & Ollier Engraving Co. 


264-270 Fifth Avenue, Chicago 

^ Tllrriin the shiuiug fieliis. 
(6x1 uifi pUnsnitt hours, 
^tatn mtf sthncl i^n^ life, 
l^er^ ^r<tv, the green bctoers, 
IBitlr spring spirit rife, 
ailerg itenr the teither flotoers, 
^itt stoeetcr is the strife. 
(Hume again happ^ thoughts, 
^toell on iSa^s unto pnstf 
^et the light of iueutorg 
•5'hinc forcbcr on our path. 
^c the gleatn xif uptoarit striding, 
burning rlear until the last. 
€iimc again, happg bags, 
pght Its toith th^i goliieu rays. 





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